do it for U2
I sing along with my iPod and my iTunes, loudly. I thought I only did this in my apartment but, apparently, I do this on airplanes as well. I hope everyone else enjoyed my Bono impression because I enjoy the hell out of being me.
Thanksgiving was smashing. I had about thirty-six hours where I flew through my old haunts: shaking hands, embracing supporters, deriding detractors, and kissing babies.
The triumphs and notable events of this weekend include:
+ Going home on severely uneventful flights
+ Sleeping in and not seeing Neverland on Friday (still pissed on that one)
+ Visiting Louisville, Kentucky � Mongoloid Capital of America
+ Dispensing and acquiring fabulous George W. Bush kitsch
+ Rocking Buzz Net
+ Rocking the Adopted Family�s Hand & Foot tournament
+ Spending thirty six hours with my sister and not fighting
+ Losing Monopoly to a Socialist
+ Eating myself sick, and damn near constantly from the time I got off the plane in Louisville and rushed onto the plane back out of town
+ Scoring two loaves of Banana Bread
+ Learning that once a woman hits eighty being called �Grandma� moves from �slight� to �compliment�
+ Hearing my sister inform a mall patron wearing a camouflage hat that there was no turkey-shoot at the mall
+ I learned I should still be getting the New Yorker since I live in the one suburb (Connecticut) and hang with homies in the other (New Jersey)
+ You know you are outside of the Atlantic North East when they do not have bookstores in the mall.
+ Never trust a man with a parrot of his shoulder.
