Trains, Planes and Autointoxication

In case anyone's checking in, nope, I haven't dropped off the face of the earth. It just feels like it, between work, kids and life in general. F**king life, always getting in the way...

Went to New York on Friday, where I was a Very Important Person, doing Very Important Things.

Okay. Actually, I was a Very Bored Person, sitting through Very Boring Meetings. But I did get to ride on Amtrak, and who doesn't enjoy the glamour of rail travel? It's always such as pleasure on a Friday evening to sit next to someone talking loudly on their cell phone for about 45 minutes straight.

My seatmate was blabbing about some project she's involved in concerning the Las Vegas Airport. I didn't think about it until later, but if she's so keen on keeping the airline industry healthy, why the heck was she on the train?

I'm guessing it was for the booze. Those little overpriced bottles of horrid white wine are divine. When I'm on Amtrak I always buy an extra to bring home for Jak-El. Nothing calms down a hyper three-year-old like a little hooch before bedtime.

Yeah, I know it's irresponsible. But he's just a kid. I promise when he's four and has developed a more sophisticated palate, I'll buy him better wine.

Happy Monday.