Wednesday, February 12, 2003
I'm off to San Francisco this morning. Another day at the airport. Another afternoon in the Admiral's Club. I originally joined the Admiral's Club for a quiet place to sit and work between flights. Having just a little added comfort and convenience goes a long way in the road warrior life. But since my travel territory keeps shrinking - it's pretty much just San Francisco now, the utility of this place keeps shrinking as well. The SF/SJ to LA/OC route is so packed with business travelers, software engineers, and greasy pleated khaki dockers types that the Clubs are often more crowded than the terminals. But they have free orange juice and crappy little blueberry muffins, and these computers that I use for posting to DC, so I suppose I really can't complain too loudly. But is it worth the $300 price tag?
Jim Parisi
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
Sometimes I think my body is in a battle with itself. I swear. Nostril pimples. Really! How many of those little bastards am I supposed to cope with in a month? It's like my nose is trying to plug itself shut without the help of boogers or anything. And it's not like I'm trying help this along. I'm not smearing the insides of my nose with axle grease or olive oil or that slimy green stuff on the bottom of the aquarium or anything. But I'm still getting acne on the inside of my nose. What the hell is up with that!? I suppose I shouldn't complain too loudly. There was that winter where I was plagued by legions of rogue canker sores. That was way worse. I'll suffer through a fist sized nostril zit to avoid an experience like that again.
Jim Parisi
J: What do you want to do tonight?
K: Can we go dancing, get drunk, and then come home and watch "jackass"?
Oooooh. This one might be a keeper.
Ok. Fine. Truth be told, it was my idea to go dancing and get drunk. And truth be told, I was the only one who ended up getting drunk. But she did want to watch "Jackass". And we both laughed out loud during it, although that might have just been the alcohol. But I still think she might be a keeper anyway.
Jim Parisi
Monday, February 10, 2003
Valentines Day is coming up. Normally I loathe Valentines Day. Not fear. Not dislike. Loathe. But my loathing may be understandable when you consider that in my 31 years on this planet I have had only one date on Valentines Day. It's true. One. I have the remarkable ability to find myself single during all the major romantic holidays. But at least I always have a date on Arbor Day.
This year, however, is different. She is in town. And she will be here through Valentines Day. As excited as I am to finally break my Valentine's must see TV and masturbation tradition, for the life of me, I haven't the foggiest idea what to do about it. I have no plans, no idea, no schedule, and no experience in this department. I'm in SoCal, so I'm sure there is something fun we can do. But since she is here so rarely, every day tends to be interesting and romantic. I'm at a loss right now. I'm willing to accept that sometimes even The Mighty Jimbo can be romantically retarded. I'm extending my hand for help? Suggestions anyone? How do I sweep pretty Canadian girls off their feet after I have already swept them off their feet?
Addendum: She is here through Monday. She is into camping, climbing and general outdoor tomfoolery. Books, gourmet cooking, wine, and silky, lacy, naughty feminine things always tickle her fancy, as do shoes and clothes and all the other things that make most men want to run for the nearest remote. I have already taken her to all my favorite restaurants in town, I have paraded this woman through hotels and clubs and campsites in Yosemite, Grand Canyon, Sedona, Scottsdale, Tempe, Joshua Tree, Seattle and LA. I often spend oodles of money. I'd subsequently prefer to spend slightly less than oodles. Does that help?
Jim Parisi
Sunday, February 09, 2003
One more thing I just cannot understand:
How the McRib sandwhich has managed to remain successful for more than ten years. The McRib? Processed pork sandwich? Complete with processed meat "ribs"? Are we really that sick a society?
Jim Parisi
