Marc
Day 7: 5,649 miles, Billings, Montana Of course, this does not include all the time walking from the parking lot to the ticketing counter, the ticketing counter to the gate, the gate to the plane, the plane to baggage claim, baggage claim to the rental car shuttle bus, the shuttle bus to the rental car counter, the rental car counter to the car, the car in the hotel parking lot to the hotel check-in counter, the check-in counter to the elevator, the elevator to the room, the door to the bed, the bed to the desk, the desk to the bathroom, the bathroom to the bed, and vice-versa. I'd say I should probably add an extra twenty-miles by the end of the week. How about adding them now? 5,669 miles, Billings, Montana
How is Godsmack a commercially viable band? Seriously, does anyone know?
It's official: My old band has played multiple shows with a band that ended up getting interviewed on MTV. Fat Tony, a somewhat crappy/psychotically retarded band from St. Mary's PA had a feature on MTV's All Access Week tonight. Blew my fucking mind straight out of my ass to see it. Their guitar player seems to think that The Atari's are the best songwriter's on the planet. Ask Scooter, he'll tell you the story.
Scooter - enlighten us.
Dallas, TX: 12am-7:30am
Chicago, IL: 9:45am-12:56pm
Salt Lake City, UT: 3:10pm-4:45pm
Billings, MT: 5:55pm-12am
Does anyone in Montana read this thing? Please email me and tell what there is to do out here on a weekend. I'm bored as hell. I spent most of the day either reading Infinite Jest or catching spontaneous naps on overcrowded airplanes (three to be exact). In Salt Lake City, they boarded us, let us all sit in the unheated cabin for twenty-minutes, and then told us we had to get off for a while. Something about seats that didn't recline, which was illegal, and they needed to be fixed before we could leave. Whatev.
Delta Airlines: I know that alot of the people that work in the same department as I do in Washington DC fly Delta almost exclusively b/c they have a hub in relative proximity (or something). I don't. I fly United b/c they have a gargantuan hub at O'hare. I've flown Delta twice before - once from Cincinatti (another Delta hub) only b/c my United flight had been cancelled due to mechanical problems; and the other occasion was today from SLC to Billings. Today Delta pulled the "get on, get off, get on, and the wheels on the Airbus go round and round" stint. Fuck them for that. That was the second straw. The first was in July of '01, trying to get from Cincinnati to Chicago. Switched my ticket to paper, took it to Delta and the lady at the ticketing counter gave me a pass and said "you're good". I had my receipt (which I always need to send in with my travel voucher to recompensate the money I'm originally spending to get myself from place to place), my boarding pass, and I walked the two miles to the gate. Sat there for about thirty minutes, no big deal (I've sat in airports for five hours at a time before, I'm sure some of you remember the infamous night of BLARGs from Seattle). They called my row, I walked up, and the boarding gate attendant tells met that my ticket's no good. I can't board the plane.
I'm not the type of person that screams and yells at strangers a lot, but I got mouthy with this lady. Told her all about it. Told her the ticketing agent repeatedly assured me I was okay. Told her just to let me on the plane. When she told me that she couldn't do that, I then told her to "piss off". Had to walk all the way back to the ticketing counter, talked to the same broad who told me I was all set in the first place. "Oh, I'm sorry," she began as I dejectedly handed her my papers. Something about not switching it over to a different voucher, or using the wrong shade of green ink, or not drawing smiley faces on either side of my name. Who knows?
Delta has one piece of straw left to either hold or drop on this camel's back. Next Saturday I'm flying from here to Salt Lake, and if they fuck me in any way (giving me a middle-seat counts), I'm going to explode (and by "explode" I simply mean that I won't fly with them ever again - punishment enough).
Day 7: 5,649 miles, Billings, Montana Of course, this does not include all the time walking from the parking lot to the ticketing counter, the ticketing counter to the gate, the gate to the plane, the plane to baggage claim, baggage claim to the rental car shuttle bus, the shuttle bus to the rental car counter, the rental car counter to the car, the car in the hotel parking lot to the hotel check-in counter, the check-in counter to the elevator, the elevator to the room, the door to the bed, the bed to the desk, the desk to the bathroom, the bathroom to the bed, and vice-versa. I'd say I should probably add an extra twenty-miles by the end of the week. How about adding them now? 5,669 miles, Billings, Montana
How is Godsmack a commercially viable band? Seriously, does anyone know?
It's official: My old band has played multiple shows with a band that ended up getting interviewed on MTV. Fat Tony, a somewhat crappy/psychotically retarded band from St. Mary's PA had a feature on MTV's All Access Week tonight. Blew my fucking mind straight out of my ass to see it. Their guitar player seems to think that The Atari's are the best songwriter's on the planet. Ask Scooter, he'll tell you the story.
Scooter - enlighten us.
Dallas, TX: 12am-7:30am
Chicago, IL: 9:45am-12:56pm
Salt Lake City, UT: 3:10pm-4:45pm
Billings, MT: 5:55pm-12am
Does anyone in Montana read this thing? Please email me and tell what there is to do out here on a weekend. I'm bored as hell. I spent most of the day either reading Infinite Jest or catching spontaneous naps on overcrowded airplanes (three to be exact). In Salt Lake City, they boarded us, let us all sit in the unheated cabin for twenty-minutes, and then told us we had to get off for a while. Something about seats that didn't recline, which was illegal, and they needed to be fixed before we could leave. Whatev.
Delta Airlines: I know that alot of the people that work in the same department as I do in Washington DC fly Delta almost exclusively b/c they have a hub in relative proximity (or something). I don't. I fly United b/c they have a gargantuan hub at O'hare. I've flown Delta twice before - once from Cincinatti (another Delta hub) only b/c my United flight had been cancelled due to mechanical problems; and the other occasion was today from SLC to Billings. Today Delta pulled the "get on, get off, get on, and the wheels on the Airbus go round and round" stint. Fuck them for that. That was the second straw. The first was in July of '01, trying to get from Cincinnati to Chicago. Switched my ticket to paper, took it to Delta and the lady at the ticketing counter gave me a pass and said "you're good". I had my receipt (which I always need to send in with my travel voucher to recompensate the money I'm originally spending to get myself from place to place), my boarding pass, and I walked the two miles to the gate. Sat there for about thirty minutes, no big deal (I've sat in airports for five hours at a time before, I'm sure some of you remember the infamous night of BLARGs from Seattle). They called my row, I walked up, and the boarding gate attendant tells met that my ticket's no good. I can't board the plane.
I'm not the type of person that screams and yells at strangers a lot, but I got mouthy with this lady. Told her all about it. Told her the ticketing agent repeatedly assured me I was okay. Told her just to let me on the plane. When she told me that she couldn't do that, I then told her to "piss off". Had to walk all the way back to the ticketing counter, talked to the same broad who told me I was all set in the first place. "Oh, I'm sorry," she began as I dejectedly handed her my papers. Something about not switching it over to a different voucher, or using the wrong shade of green ink, or not drawing smiley faces on either side of my name. Who knows?
Delta has one piece of straw left to either hold or drop on this camel's back. Next Saturday I'm flying from here to Salt Lake, and if they fuck me in any way (giving me a middle-seat counts), I'm going to explode (and by "explode" I simply mean that I won't fly with them ever again - punishment enough).
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