blessed are the easily amused

Thursday, June 10, 2004

I just reserved my ticket to Toronto,

from whence the mighty road trip begins. Neither debt nor low-budget cable shows nor intimidating, moustached pricks can stop me now.

I haven't flown for a long time. I'm looking forward to airline booze. That tiny plastic cup half full of red wine and nestled into its little tray divot - that's freedom, baby.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ahhhh, I feel as though a giant weight has been lifted... it's really true, then. We are Thelma and Louise, and, um, Calamity Jane. What a triumvirate of power. I wish I could get boozed up with you on the flight. Alas, your plane is going one way and mine... well, it's going the same way, just cheaper. But that doesn't take away from the sweetness of our sitch!

Fuckin' Ay!!!!!

PS - One of your postings insinuated that because you were not excited by the Stanley Cup final, you are not truly Canadian. Which is, of course, supreme bullshit. I propose this: if the maudit Flames had worn their green sweaters (with pride) as you did that night, they would have relaxed enough to REALIZE the game, and then subsequently TAKE it. Word.

Thu Jun 10, 12:14:00 PM

Blogger lisa said...

oh, yeah; the sweater. never been so befuddled by a start menu in my life. my brain puts up with so much.

Thu Jun 10, 01:18:00 PM

Blogger Dar said...

actually, freedom is going to cost you about 7 bucks a pop!

Thu Jun 10, 02:04:00 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Freedom's just another word for nursin' airline booze...

- Grant

Thu Jun 10, 02:39:00 PM


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