RIDING ON THE CITY OF NEW ORLEANS - SORT OF!
TUESDAY was a travel day and now it's WEDNESDAY! Okay, we're not accustomed to getting up before noon. Hell, we're not accustomed to getting up at all on Tuesdays, but this Tuesday was different. We had to drive our 1986 Ford Taurus from Palm Springs to San Diego so we could catch a flight to St. Louis so we could connect to a flight to New Orleans. It's complex, but we're using stolen frequent flier miles so we can't be choosy!
Anyway, we got to the San Diego airport plenty early for our flight, which was good because it was delayed (huh?). So here's the deal about waiting at the San Diego airport - IT'S FREAKIN' WEIRD! Instead of the usual plastic uncomfortable seats they have rocking chairs (NOT KIDDING!). Stacy immediately sat in one, starting knitting and asked where the fireplace and kittens were. Our plane finally arrived (from God knows where) and we were off to glorious St. Louis - late, but airborne.
Our late arrival in the city of beer allowed us only enough time to run to our next gate and barely make the connection to New Orleans. We did make it with seconds to spare, were airborne right on time and the next thing you know we're on Bourbon Street downing gallons of refreshing ice cold Budweiser (the "King of Beers" and sponsor of Riding4Beer!). Folks, we're here in the Big Easy for awhile so stay tuned for plenty of felonies....
There really are rocking chairs at the San Diego Airport! It's just like a public bus - only it FLYS!
St. Louis Airport - we ran the distance in 7 minutes! Reviewing our legal options for when we land in New Orleans
Anyway, we got to the San Diego airport plenty early for our flight, which was good because it was delayed (huh?). So here's the deal about waiting at the San Diego airport - IT'S FREAKIN' WEIRD! Instead of the usual plastic uncomfortable seats they have rocking chairs (NOT KIDDING!). Stacy immediately sat in one, starting knitting and asked where the fireplace and kittens were. Our plane finally arrived (from God knows where) and we were off to glorious St. Louis - late, but airborne.
Our late arrival in the city of beer allowed us only enough time to run to our next gate and barely make the connection to New Orleans. We did make it with seconds to spare, were airborne right on time and the next thing you know we're on Bourbon Street downing gallons of refreshing ice cold Budweiser (the "King of Beers" and sponsor of Riding4Beer!). Folks, we're here in the Big Easy for awhile so stay tuned for plenty of felonies....
There really are rocking chairs at the San Diego Airport! It's just like a public bus - only it FLYS!
St. Louis Airport - we ran the distance in 7 minutes! Reviewing our legal options for when we land in New Orleans
We see you both are up to no good again - heading back to the Big Easy. You two fly back and fourth so often we think you should buy your own plane. You both are out partying again while Cary is nursing (not that way!), and I am out selling furniture. By the way, crotch mahogany is on special this week, - it's 69 percent off!! I am "lick-widating" it ya silly bastards ya! But remember this always, we cannot help but love you both.
guy and cary.
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O.K. this Canadian trailer park owner is now pissed. Getting ripped off for air miles, let alone being constantly antagonized by Lowell and his latest sexual partner ( who is constantly sending hookers over to my "office trailer" to eventually bribe me for free rent: i.e. wife notification) I have decided the new year will bring very stringent regulations to the Shady Palms Trailer Court. Stayed tuned, the sh_t is going to hit the fan big time. Especially now that the Canadian dollar is way down, I am going to make it up with you low life white trash trailer park tenants. BRACE Yourselves! The economy is not the only thing to be getting ugly. Even my "showgirl wife" is becoming a pit bull! Rents are going up, laundry fees are going up, all motor blocks must be removed from lots immediately (even if they are used for tie downs in hurricane situations) . Unregistered vehicles will be towed. All dope growing ( and labs ) will be shut down immediately. No more marriages will be allowed in the trailer park community pool area without a $200.00 fee. Although I do have a hard spot ( I mean soft spot) for Candy in trailer #10, from now on all working girls must start paying a commish to "Thor" the new trailer park enforcer of rules and regulations. More latter. By the way, happy Ukrainian Christmas ( Jan. 7th )
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