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Help. I Think I'm a Rockstar.

Musings of a former rockstar-in-the-making who sold out to The Man and now collects regular paychecks in corporate America and gets to eat more frequently. Views on music, travel, culture, relaxation, politics, toys, and other general bullshit.




Apparently it's National Baby Travel Day...
Tuesday, March 25, 2008



Yeah, the NINE children - and while I'm generally prone to exaggeration, I assure you I am not stretching any truth this time - count them 9 children surrounding me were not nearly so peaceful as the little one in the above picture on my five hour flight from Memphis to Seattle.

And while the aisle seat is usually quite my favorite due to the added ability to throw my long-ass legs into the aisle, the seemingly ONLY other adults on the plane were sitting in the window and center seat and were apparently pregnant, or so their requirement to go to the lav four times each on the flight (and never coordinated, natch) would suggest.

Anyway, bitch bitch bitch. I'm in Seattle waiting for my flight to Portland, which promises to be mercifully short yet surprisingly loud (it'll be on a tiny little prop, no doubt). And contrary to my incessant bitching, I'm in quite a good mood. Woot.

Currently in Seattle, Washington
Currently listening to Jamie Cullum - Twentysomething

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posted by Dustin @ 3:20 PM,




2 Comments:

At March 26, 2008 at 12:29 PM, Blogger Reverend Humpy said...

You should schedule another trip to Portland 'round about April 19th and catch Buffalo Jones (featuring me) live. That would rule.

Snoogens,

The Rev.

 
At March 26, 2008 at 10:29 PM, Blogger Dustin said...

Anything's possible. While it's not likely, who can know? I'll keep you posted.

Snootchies.

 

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