Hope everyone had a nice Christmas. I write this from the Atlanta airport as I wait for my flight back to DC. Ahh, the airport – it’s like a rash of tiny cities connected by a carpeted park, with TV, and you have to take your shoes off to enter. I could spend hours here, which is fortunate, because my flight won’t board for another hour and a half. Somehow I secured return passage on a turboprop, which will be loud but hopefully slightly more comfortable. That’s the theory, anyway.
So my day off and weekend out of town was decent. I flew down on Christmas Eve night on a relatively uneventful flight, sandwiched between a narcolept and a steroid abuser. Our flight landed but had no gate from which to debark, so we sat on the Atlanta tarmac for about half an hour waiting for a gate. This turn of events did not please the roid rager at all, if the stamping and furious muttering was an indication.
Yesterday we had a small gathering for Christmas dinner, which in my family means fourteen. The kids were hepped up on goofballs. James promptly lost all the darts to the Spider-Man triple-action web blaster that I bought him, but he enjoyed it for the first six minutes anyway.
Last night I made my parents watch the three hour version of the excellent Wes Anderson flick, _The Royal Tennenbaums_. Three hours because the FX channel surrounded each 15 minute island of movie with a sea of commercials. And you could tell from the advertising that an occasion for partying is nearly upon us: from memory we had showings from Southern Comfort, Jack Daniels, Smirnoff, Bombay Sapphire, Jose Cuervo, Montego Bay, Captain Morgan, Bailey’s, and Crown Royal, including one commercial break with the same Cuervo commercial played twice. Remember to drink responsibly and invite me to your party.
Today was pretty boring, just packing, a trip to some local BBQ establishment for spare ribs, and bad Sunday afternoon television. And a healthy amount of time spent wandering around the airport.