Airport Internet For That Ass
So despite evil's best intention to kick me in the nards - I have rebounded because I am on my way home to my friends. Or as she would call them...oh...well - let's just not start slandering people just yet. So anyway, all airports now - well most - have WiFi - it's great - the problem - it's not fucking free. I'll pay for it because I like it, but what kind of crap is that to charge for bandwidth already being provided. All they did was erect a little tower to funnel the correct protocol and now it's $8.99 to connect. That is awful. I live in Baltimore and haven't paid for Internet in almost a year. Why? We have free WiFi. Our city doesn't charge it's people 8.99 everytime they want to connect you bastards!
So anyway - I have about ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh - 5 hours before my flight and I thought I would sit here and admire my new "Congratulation you now have stock options in a public company that you work for" Brooks Brothers tie. I never really wear ties any more. But, a man can never have too many. If just for show. I mean shit my entire closet is for show. I have't worn that stuff in years. Well...I used to get dressed up from time to time in Korea but not really. I don't even really care that much anymore. People who put on good clothes that are just mediocre good clothes really - sort of irk me - there is no thought other than - "Oh I bet someone will think I look good in this." or "How can I get this to hang or sit so that people know it's Fendi." Where as I think "Whoa I hope this becomes a conversational piece by the end of the evening." And sure enough 3 times a night I hear, "Dude love the t-shirt." or "Nice jeans." Wait...WAIT! NO! My jeans! They died! Oh well... Where as those people will hear, "Oh my god. I look EXACTLY THE FUCKING SAME AS YOU DO! Maybe we can take home the same boring people to fuck! Awesome! Hi-FIVE!"
Anyway - so what to eat - here at the "Rock n Roll" bar. Oh, I know, Double Remy and a Bud Bottle. What? You don't have Bud Bottles. No no no no. I'm not drinking draft beer. Ummm... hmm... C..oro...na? I say with a shy impassive voice to not let people hear me.
Weekend - So...Tennis...hopefully some Church. Hopefully some Sparky. Umm - maybe some Turner's. Maybe - - - some poker. I'm in town next week work for *Big Energy Corporation from Indiana* so I'm in no rush. Plus, it's Easter. I know - I'll go to the Easter egg hunt on Federal Hill on Sunday. Maybe I'll umm... I dont know. I never really know. I'm rambling. I'm going to try to write something worth reading. You got suckered into reading this far...
