Saturday, April 30, 2011

Where Fortunes are Made


Let your heart be your guide. The other side already says that. How about some lotto numbers?

Thursday, April 21, 2011

New Orleans Bachelor Party (last weekend)

We cleaned out the entire minibar on American Airlines but not before some old guy insisted on giving me a syllabus:

Some of us went rogue and discovered the sandwich of everlasting life: 
(Yes, that's bacon between the cheese and fried oysters.)

 When twelve dudes redecorate the kitchen...
(Did the owner (aka douchebag) give us an security deposit credit for improvement to leasehold?)




Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Pullman wine bar, Montreal


Nice ambiance, good food and wines by the glass selection, friendly staff, owner seemed like a bit of a douchebag.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Montreal

The rules governing the protection of the French language are true:






I've also discovered where the world's finest wine hails from:

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Leaving the Middle Kingdom




I had previously talked about how the number 8 is lucky for Chinese people because it phonetically sounds like the word for getting rich. Similarly, the number 4 is unlucky because it sounds like “death.” Moreover, “14” is even worse because it sounds like “must die.” In areas where there’s a high concentration of Chinese people – like casinos, and well, China – buildings have a 13th floor but not a 14th floor.

When my Business Class upgrade came through, I decided to go with the strategy that selecting a seat in Row 14 would minimize the probability of having an annoying middle-aged Chinese dude as a neighbor – the kind that takes every newspaper at boarding, and proceeds to turn the pages into your airspace, occasionally knocking over your beverage. The strategy failed. That’s exactly who I got.

I washed some NyQuil down with Crozes-Hermitage and tried unsuccessfully to fall asleep. Can’t wait to blow out the rest of my frequent flyer miles and never fly United again.