Just FYI, even though I rationalized our gambling and said it was okay because we set a $1 limit (this may be like drinking near beer or decaf...), the Powers That Be decided to punish us anyway.
Since traveling with Gulliver, I never worry about checking in for our flight 24 hours in advance. (Ironic in context of this story, since in my last post about how much I love Southwest, I said that checking in 24 hours in advance is the closest to gambling I ever come...) We find that it's just fine to board between the A group and the B group. We can always get a row to ourselves, and that's all we care about anyway.
Well, yesterday when it came time for family boarding, I searched frantically for our boarding passes and couldn't find them anywhere. We were sent to customer service, where they reissued our boarding passes while the rest of the plane boarded. We were the very last people on the plane and thus had to sit in the very back seat, in a row with a cocaine addict (so says Murray because the guy continued to sniffle in twos for the duration of our flight), and as it turns out, there is even less room on the back row than in the middle rows because the plane tapers towards the back. Needless to say, it was a very uncomfortable ride home. The guy ahead of me put his seat back (and mine was incapable of going back) which left me with about 1 inch of space between Gulliver's head and his seat back. And Gulliver hit his head and face repeatedly on the seats in front of us. It was miserable (except that at least I was sitting between Murray and the aisle. Murray had to sit between me and the cocaine addict).
We cannot account for our lost boarding passes. My only explanation is that somewhere in the euphoria of winning 26 dollars, they were put down, dropped, or thrown away.
Moral of the story: Don't gamble. Not even $1.
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Editor's Note
Every now and then I get a reminder that my dad reads my blog. Here's his email to me today:
Dolly,
Here is Webster’s dictionary definition of forray
Forray
\For"ray\ (? or ?), v. t. [OE. forrayen. See Foray.] To foray; to ravage; to pillage.
So are you foraying, forying or hurrying to foto Murray? Are you ravaging or pillaging?
My real question is; what is the correct spelling? I always thought it was foray. Anyway Dollay, have a great day and I love you any way and so does mommay as does Murray. So you are very luckay eh? J
Editor's Intervention
Well, Murray and I are back! The honeymoon was great; I can't wait to blog about it. First, I'll see if Nemesis wants to post her side of the story about the reception before I write about the reception from my perspective.
Great job to Daltongirl and Nemesis, by the way, for keeping you all updated, and doing all my work for me while I was gone. The first thing Murray and I did upon landing on American soil was check the blog to see what these wonderful ladies had posted. However, it has come to my attention that a certain error must be addressed in Daltongirl's wonderful and mostly-accurate account of the reception. I received the following email from The Boy last night. Many apologies to him and to El Senor who less dramatically complained about being somewhat misrepresented. In my version of the reception, both of these brothers and every individual who helped out will be appropriately lauded.
I am being grievously misrepresented on your blog. There must be steps taken to rectify this libel which has befallen me.
For clarification: I was in no way, shape, or form responsible for the care of one Bean at any time during the day of nuptiality (I am aware of the insuitability of this particular suffixation, but it sounds ever so much superior to the drap and overrused "nuptials"), nor was I enrolled in the creation of fun and unique aprons to be worn by conscripted wait staff. Instead I was tasked with guiding Richie (tragically born without a sense of direction) around in the pursuit of fruit. And large pans. A task given us by our beloved Ootsie, and dashingly performed in our wedding tuxes.
This restitution may take place in the form of posting this email on your blog. Which is more than I ever willingly granted you to post on your blog when we were living together, as if my permission mattered anyhow.
-The Boy, Esq.
(I may add that all of the emails The Boy sent me on my mission were written in his same unique writing style, and I really wish he'd start a blog or something of his own.)
Great job to Daltongirl and Nemesis, by the way, for keeping you all updated, and doing all my work for me while I was gone. The first thing Murray and I did upon landing on American soil was check the blog to see what these wonderful ladies had posted. However, it has come to my attention that a certain error must be addressed in Daltongirl's wonderful and mostly-accurate account of the reception. I received the following email from The Boy last night. Many apologies to him and to El Senor who less dramatically complained about being somewhat misrepresented. In my version of the reception, both of these brothers and every individual who helped out will be appropriately lauded.
I am being grievously misrepresented on your blog. There must be steps taken to rectify this libel which has befallen me.
For clarification: I was in no way, shape, or form responsible for the care of one Bean at any time during the day of nuptiality (I am aware of the insuitability of this particular suffixation, but it sounds ever so much superior to the drap and overrused "nuptials"), nor was I enrolled in the creation of fun and unique aprons to be worn by conscripted wait staff. Instead I was tasked with guiding Richie (tragically born without a sense of direction) around in the pursuit of fruit. And large pans. A task given us by our beloved Ootsie, and dashingly performed in our wedding tuxes.
This restitution may take place in the form of posting this email on your blog. Which is more than I ever willingly granted you to post on your blog when we were living together, as if my permission mattered anyhow.
-The Boy, Esq.
(I may add that all of the emails The Boy sent me on my mission were written in his same unique writing style, and I really wish he'd start a blog or something of his own.)
I take it back.
Several months ago, shortly after I inherited Clicky, I wrote a post complaining about radio. Because Clicky's CD player didn't (and doesn't) work, I was forced to listen to the radio or nothing while I was in the car. Well, I'd like to take back what I said and update my opinion of radio.
Talking
First of all, there's the talking. Previously, I complained about it. That's because I was only listening to X96 and refused to flip between channels. Their morning show, Radio from Hell, is aptly named. I suggest you avoid it at all costs. In fact, I discovered that a lot of things I hated about radio were things I hated about X96. I just applied it to all radio because, as I said before, I refused to flip channels. After a couple of months, I discovered My 99.5, which is great because there's no talking. Sure, you have to listen to random voice mail messages, some of which are really annoying, but they're very low on talk, very low on commercials, and very high on music.
Then, there's 101.9 The End, which is great because their talking is actually good. First of all I was converted to Chunga and Mister. I actually usually prefer listening to them rather than music while I drive to work. I ususally am on the road for top news stories and Hollywood headlines. I've considered getting a radio in my bathroom to listen to them before I go to work, but it hasn't gone that far yet. And I can't listen to them at work because I actually have to concentrate when I'm at the office. But they're seriously funny. If you're not convinced, you haven't listened to this.
Recently, Parker has joined The End as an afternoon host. The Boy was questioning people's willingness to listen to talk radio in the afternoons, but he's not so much talk radio. He actually plays really cool music and introduces you to new stuff. I like his style and I like what he plays. And I actually like his interactions with Wendy, too. Last week, they played this song, which hasn't been released yet. Not usually my style exactly, but that's what I like about Parker. He plays things that take me out of my musical comfort zone, in a good way. I haven't gone out of my way to listen to him while I'm not in the car, but I might. On several occasions, he's made me sit in my car just to keep listening after I've already reached my destination.
Flipping
Previously I said that I refused to flip. I've since become a radio flipper. I usually refuse to listen to commercials now. I mainly flip between 99.5 and 101.9 but sometimes I'll go to Jack FM and sometimes I'll go back down to X96. (But can you believe---both times I flipped to that channel in the past several months, I happened to tune in just in time to catch "Lump." Why? Why??) I have retained Captain Fabuloso's radio presets because I don't know how to change them and I'm not really interested in trying. So those stations are basically it for me.
Commercials
Okay, so radio commercials still suck. That's why I've become a flipper. Flipping is preferable to listening to radio commercials. I don't take back ANYTHING I previously said about radio commercials.
Music
Finally, there's the music. I've recently bought three songs, all of which I heard on the radio. ("Grace Kelly" by Mika, "Read My Mind" by the Killers [the first song of theirs that I've really loved], and [I'm really embarrassed about this one] SOS by Rihana. ) Sure radio has its hits and misses. I hate The End's 80s party Sunday, but I love the Sunday morning End Zone performances (recordings of accoustic End Zone performances). Unfortunately I have 1:00 church, so I always miss the End Zone performances and am stuck with 80s party Sunday (I just flip to 99.5 instead).
So there you go. Don't ever say that I'm too proud to take back something that I've said before. I got an iPod and I got an iPod radio transmitter and yet I still choose to listen to the radio. Crazy, I know.
Talking
First of all, there's the talking. Previously, I complained about it. That's because I was only listening to X96 and refused to flip between channels. Their morning show, Radio from Hell, is aptly named. I suggest you avoid it at all costs. In fact, I discovered that a lot of things I hated about radio were things I hated about X96. I just applied it to all radio because, as I said before, I refused to flip channels. After a couple of months, I discovered My 99.5, which is great because there's no talking. Sure, you have to listen to random voice mail messages, some of which are really annoying, but they're very low on talk, very low on commercials, and very high on music.
Then, there's 101.9 The End, which is great because their talking is actually good. First of all I was converted to Chunga and Mister. I actually usually prefer listening to them rather than music while I drive to work. I ususally am on the road for top news stories and Hollywood headlines. I've considered getting a radio in my bathroom to listen to them before I go to work, but it hasn't gone that far yet. And I can't listen to them at work because I actually have to concentrate when I'm at the office. But they're seriously funny. If you're not convinced, you haven't listened to this.
Recently, Parker has joined The End as an afternoon host. The Boy was questioning people's willingness to listen to talk radio in the afternoons, but he's not so much talk radio. He actually plays really cool music and introduces you to new stuff. I like his style and I like what he plays. And I actually like his interactions with Wendy, too. Last week, they played this song, which hasn't been released yet. Not usually my style exactly, but that's what I like about Parker. He plays things that take me out of my musical comfort zone, in a good way. I haven't gone out of my way to listen to him while I'm not in the car, but I might. On several occasions, he's made me sit in my car just to keep listening after I've already reached my destination.
Flipping
Previously I said that I refused to flip. I've since become a radio flipper. I usually refuse to listen to commercials now. I mainly flip between 99.5 and 101.9 but sometimes I'll go to Jack FM and sometimes I'll go back down to X96. (But can you believe---both times I flipped to that channel in the past several months, I happened to tune in just in time to catch "Lump." Why? Why??) I have retained Captain Fabuloso's radio presets because I don't know how to change them and I'm not really interested in trying. So those stations are basically it for me.
Commercials
Okay, so radio commercials still suck. That's why I've become a flipper. Flipping is preferable to listening to radio commercials. I don't take back ANYTHING I previously said about radio commercials.
Music
Finally, there's the music. I've recently bought three songs, all of which I heard on the radio. ("Grace Kelly" by Mika, "Read My Mind" by the Killers [the first song of theirs that I've really loved], and [I'm really embarrassed about this one] SOS by Rihana. ) Sure radio has its hits and misses. I hate The End's 80s party Sunday, but I love the Sunday morning End Zone performances (recordings of accoustic End Zone performances). Unfortunately I have 1:00 church, so I always miss the End Zone performances and am stuck with 80s party Sunday (I just flip to 99.5 instead).
So there you go. Don't ever say that I'm too proud to take back something that I've said before. I got an iPod and I got an iPod radio transmitter and yet I still choose to listen to the radio. Crazy, I know.
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