A hot blonde girl turns heads.
Frequency: fairly common
A hot brunette stops you in your tracks.
Frequency: uncommon
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
The Sound of Settling
Our youth is fleeting,
Old age is just around the bend.
And I can't wait to go gray.
And I'll sit and wonder
Of every love that could've been
If I'd only thought of something charming to say.
Old age is just around the bend.
And I can't wait to go gray.
And I'll sit and wonder
Of every love that could've been
If I'd only thought of something charming to say.
Monday, October 17, 2011
New York City in 3 days
I need to write down a list of the things we did while in New York this weekend before I forget them all. In fact my memory is so poor I'm sure I'm already missing things, but whatever.
In 3 days in NYC, we did/went to/ate at the following:
In 3 days. I know there are a couple other things I'm forgetting too.
In 3 days in NYC, we did/went to/ate at the following:
- Times Square
- Washington Square Park
- Canal Street
- Bought/did some shady shopping while there
- Wall Street
- Occupy Wall Street protests
- 9/11 Memorial
- Bought ties at Century 21 (3 sweet ties for $38 total)
- Shake Shack ($17 fast food meal anyone?) and Flatiron building
- Columbia University (OM Gorgeous campus...)
- Cathedral Church by Columbia
- Metropolitan Museum of Art
- Central Park - row boating on the lake was amazing!
- United Nations - sat in the Security Council's chairs and stood at the General Assembly's pulpit. (Pulpit? Is that only a church term?)
- Halal food street vendor
- LOVE Statue
- Grand Central Station
- Artichoke Basille's Pizza
- Observation deck of the Empire State Building
- Walk the Brooklyn Bridge
- Grimaldi's Pizza
- Staten Island Ferry - nighttime view of the Statue of Liberty and downtown New York City
And I think I spent less than $300 for the whole trip. Booya!
Spirit
Spirit airlines is bad.
Bags cost $38 to check and $40 to bring on the plane. (Personal items are free! Whoopee!)
The person in front of my at check-in didn't take his own bags to TSA screening (which everyone at La Guardia is supposed to do themselves), but when the employee who checked him in couldn't find the man to tell him to take his bags, he took them there for the man. Nice, right? His manager snapped at him in front of everyone.
Too bad the nice guy mis-tagged my bag and sent it to Fort Lauderdale.
The plane seats were this weird, cracked, fake leather that wasn't very comfortable. Fortunately I slept the entire time (literally got no sleep the night before).
When my baggage didn't come, I went to the Spirit baggage office, which was locked. I knocked on the door--nothing. Knocked harder and a lady back at the carousel was like "did you need something?" It took me a while to realize she worked for that locked Spirit baggage office, so I was like "yeah, I just need my bag."
"All the bags are over there on the carousel."
(Those of you who know me know my absolute biggest pet peeve is people treating me like I'm incompetent or stupid.)
"I know they're supposed to be, but mine isn't over there..."
"What color is it?"
"Tan."
"There's a tan bag right over there on the carousel."
"I can see that, but that isn't my bag."
"Do you have your claim ticket?"
I gave it to her, and she actually took it and tried to match it with the huge tan suitcase that I had just told her wasn't mine.
"Ma'am, I know that isn't my bag..."
So we went into the office, figured out the bag was sent to Florida, and filled out the paperwork.
(This is where the double entendre of the post title comes in)
Just as we were finishing, I felt impressed to ask the lady to repeat my address, just in case.
"1736 Loveland."
"... no, it's 17260 Loveland."
You have to appreciate the small things Heavenly Father does for us.
Thank you Spirit! (The Holy Ghost one, not the airline.)
P.s. Go here for some relevant funny stuff
Bags cost $38 to check and $40 to bring on the plane. (Personal items are free! Whoopee!)
The person in front of my at check-in didn't take his own bags to TSA screening (which everyone at La Guardia is supposed to do themselves), but when the employee who checked him in couldn't find the man to tell him to take his bags, he took them there for the man. Nice, right? His manager snapped at him in front of everyone.
Too bad the nice guy mis-tagged my bag and sent it to Fort Lauderdale.
The plane seats were this weird, cracked, fake leather that wasn't very comfortable. Fortunately I slept the entire time (literally got no sleep the night before).
When my baggage didn't come, I went to the Spirit baggage office, which was locked. I knocked on the door--nothing. Knocked harder and a lady back at the carousel was like "did you need something?" It took me a while to realize she worked for that locked Spirit baggage office, so I was like "yeah, I just need my bag."
"All the bags are over there on the carousel."
(Those of you who know me know my absolute biggest pet peeve is people treating me like I'm incompetent or stupid.)
"I know they're supposed to be, but mine isn't over there..."
"What color is it?"
"Tan."
"There's a tan bag right over there on the carousel."
"I can see that, but that isn't my bag."
"Do you have your claim ticket?"
I gave it to her, and she actually took it and tried to match it with the huge tan suitcase that I had just told her wasn't mine.
"Ma'am, I know that isn't my bag..."
So we went into the office, figured out the bag was sent to Florida, and filled out the paperwork.
(This is where the double entendre of the post title comes in)
Just as we were finishing, I felt impressed to ask the lady to repeat my address, just in case.
"1736 Loveland."
"... no, it's 17260 Loveland."
You have to appreciate the small things Heavenly Father does for us.
Thank you Spirit! (The Holy Ghost one, not the airline.)
P.s. Go here for some relevant funny stuff
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