Sitting alone in a hotel room on New Year's Eve, or How My Plans Came To A Sudden and Painful Demise

I write this from a Hilton in Allentown, PA, not happily at all. Not one bit.

I spent the bulk of 12/30 searching for a reasonable/workable ticket from New York to Grand Rapids in hopes of seeing Beth on New Year's Eve. Finding absolutely NOTHING I was pretty much resigned to being home alone and sulking, two of my previous favorite pastimes. However, somewhere in the vicinity of midnight, Beth comes across a ticket on that one Northwestern airline that, while not reasonable, was very workable. Possessing my shiny new voucher I plunged ahead and coughed up the difference. It was what I wanted the most for New Year's Eve.

So, ticket in hand I forged out to the airport. Weather was mild in both locales, plane was on time and everything was looking hunky dory. I boarded. We departed. Excitement lay just beyond the horizon, more so than my wildest fantasies dare conjure! We hit cruising speed, or whatever they call it, and I busted out my laptop to write. Drinks were served. All was well!

Not two minutes after this the flight attendant called for all items to be stowed, all refreshments to be picked up and all (four) passengers to prepare to land. What? The left engine was about to be shut down and we were landing in Allentown, PA, the pilot told us. And this we did, in extreme winds, on one engine and at frightening speeds. I now know exactly why airplanes have seat belts as I lurched hard forward on that landing. The pilot took it really well, though, and we all survived.

This being Allentown no escape was forthcoming, so we holed up in this hotel. My three fellows and I hit a Red Robin for dinner as the hotel concierge assured us that they accepted the meal vouchers we were supplied. She was incorrect. The manager was nice enough to dock $20 from our check for them in apology of the confusion but Dan, one of the travellers, was even kinder. He charged the whole sum to his corporate card. What a guy! Turns out that not every time God closes a door does he also seal the window just to watch you die of heat stroke.

Alas, here I am, writing this misery from my room, waiting for my early morning escape into...Detroit of all places. Still, it will end well. As Beth has said, it could have been worse. I could have died and stuff. And, truthfully, I am happy that I did all I could to get out there for the New Year. I know I'd actually be this much more miserable if I had just stayed home and done nothing. And I will be in Grand Rapids far before anyone reads this. Happy New Year, all, and best to you in 2009.

Mom's hospital stay, lacking nutrition, sleep and non-painful beds

As some may have heard my mom just underwent bariatric surgery on 12/16. I flew into Indianapolis to be with her that afternoon when she came out of the operating room. Naturally, I hadn't slept for two days before this either. Its safe and routine and all that but its still surgery.

She came through it with flying colors, though, and was conscious (mostly) when I got to her room. She was in a lot of pain and, therefore, on a lot of morphine. And my mom is hilarious when she is doped up, it turns out. Who knew?

She went to liquid pain killers either the next day or the one after that. They all started running together once we left my friend Mike's house and started sleeping on either hospital cots or tiny lounge couches to be closer to Mom. I wanted to sneak some of her meds by that point. But she perked up by and by and we were able to take her home on Saturday, 12/20 and sleep in real beds and stuff. Not that sleep was much in coming even then, thank you, Beth. ;)

Now, onto the angry ranting part. Given that this was a bariatric hospital, designed and built to help people whose obesity has become dangerous and for all intents and purposes stopped them from living normal lives, the state of their cafeteria is disgraceful. There were times I couldn't find non-deep fried vegetables there. One day was just mashed potatoes and corn, nothing green at all. In fact the salad bar had more cheese than greens on it! The smallest beverage cup was about 24 oz. near as I could tell. I looked for smaller ones but turned up zilch. I was amazed; it was as if they had put several factors of obesity on display. I have to wonder if they aren't just drumming up business by having this cafeteria at all.

Holiday traveling sucks, or how I hate flying into Detroit

I am returned to the greater New York metropolitan area as of yesterday afternoon, one bag sadly lighter and one girlfriend more happily encumbered since the beginning of the holiday season. I was booked onto a flight with a certain nameless Northwestern airline for Saturday, 12/27, which was oversold by four passengers. They offered vouchers and hotel rooms; I needed flight dollars and sleep in a private room more than I needed to be home. A deal was struck. I went to my hotel and drank myself into some semblance of pleasant slumber.
I woke very early the next morning, as I am wont to do, and proceeded on my merry way to the airport. One bag checked, one bag carried on and off I was to Detroit as my previously flight seems to have been the last direct between Indianapolis or La Guardia. Or Newark. Or JFK. There was to be no happy middle ground. The flight was rocky and windy but we made it in safe enough.
I and my fellow travellers, Jessica and Hillary (also good sports about being left back), deplaned to discover that our connecting flight had been cancelled and we were to race to a second terminal to attempt to board the next flight to LGA, leaving any moment. Off we sprinted. We made the plane, though I lost the promised first class accommodations only to wind up between two people in what would have been termed the "bitch seat" of an automobile. The best was made of the situation, though, and I finished most of Scrooge, a movie musical version of A Christmas Carol starring Albert Finney which was rather enjoyable. My fellow passenger, Phil, a quite decent fellow from Flint coming to New York to install a new 911 system, was rather intrigued with the film and we struck up a conversation about the different versions of the tale out there. Good times can be had by strangers on a place.
Remember that bag that I checked in Indianapolis? Well, the airline didn't. They left it in Detroit in their haste to get the angry passengers into the air. And there it sat while I put in my claim and finally escaped the hell that is La Guardia airport. It was to be delivered last night, late they told me. They just called saying that they are on their way nearly twenty four hours later. I, however, am at work and they are going to Brooklyn. Ah, such is life. The good news is that I will not need two bags again this year until swag season comes again. Hooray for travel. I will probably see you again, Detroit, loathe as I am of the prospect. Happy holidays!

Obama hasn't even taken office yet and I'm already sick of him.

It's not his fault, though. It's yours. I was shopping Friday and came across a beauty of a T-shirt: "Sex, Drugs and Barack n' Roll." Jesus Christ, is Obama going to legalize it? What a stupid sentiment. You fuckers do remember that this man is a politician, correct? I'm as full of hope as the next delusional jerk but I know that the man can only do what he can do within the system. HE'S NOT MAGIC. Lay off with the dumbness, please.

I found a suspicious Jesus puppet and the model he is clearly based on.

I think this one speaks for itself. Just check the pics side by side. Remember the reason for the season!

Making ugly sweaters sexy (not really but trying way too hard)

Thanks to the ever reliable Yahoo! news (for digging to the very bottom) I saw this today:

http://www.baadsheep.com/

Yes, hipster douchiness covered in a very thin layer of trying-too-hard-to-be-sexy. Christ, look at some of these names, Pitching Tents in Pointy Places, Polar (Bear) Express to my Pants, Checkout My Package and my personal favorite, The Glory Hole. Gross. This is worse than Spencer's Gifts at holiday time. And before you question this (everyone does) yes, Spencer's is still in every mall and also online now. Wearing something like this ironically still means you paid money for it. But that's possible sadder than buying something like this at Wal-Mart (cheaper) with the delusion that it looks good. Still ugly, still a bad choice. I probably would have found the whole project more palatable, truthfully, if it weren't so pitifully tarted up. Case in point, the main page picture of the Playboy bunny sweater, which is not sold on the site as far as my two searches were able to turn up. Happy holidays!

"Massager" looks suspiciously like Mickey Mouse's fist

So, I just got around to looking at this today, http://www.deepdiscount.com/Deep-Daily-Deal-_stcVVcatId492045VVviewcat.htm , and thank God I did because today's has to be the best thing that I have ever seen. Take a look at the picture that I have provided at the left if this deal is gone already because it is a must see. There are no number of scenarios where a vibrating Mickey Mouse fist could come into play. Is this a timid first attempt to get in on that Sanrio market for Hello Kitty adult toys? (www.j-list.com) by Disney? Oh, God, the awful things this could have lead to if it had worked out (given the 3.49 price tag it is an apparent failure). Ah well, I guess it can go on the shelf next to the classic vibrating Harry Potter toy broom.