Wings

Although he’s surely tired of it, I’ve long been jealous of my brother who’s job has him often jetting off to exotic places like Flint Michigan and Norman Oklahoma, flashing his Amex Corporate and acquiring frequent flyer miles. Today, in fact moments ago, I returned from the Southeast’s premier corporate destination, Enron’s own, Houston Texas. Armstrong to Hobby is about an hour flight, not enough to read the whole Skymall, even both ways.

I flew with my Boss and another co-worker for a meeting where a few dicks got swung, but almost nothing got accomplished. At one point the, “tallest hog at the trough” to borrow from Good Morning Vietnam, told one of the contractors “We’ve got a (half-to-3/4-million-dollar-a-day) Derrick Barge coming in October, this isn’t a science project.”

What’s up with Southwest and their boarding system?

Oh, and bro, the Caliber is totally a pimpmobile.