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Friday, October 05, 2007

From the hills to the hell... Category: Life Since we last shared time, deAr reader, I have managed to make it home on quite possibly the 3rd or 4th worst flight I have ever been on. And I've been on a bunch. Just in case you were wondering, I still hate flying. Never mind the 30 minutes to check in, and the extra hour in line for the security checkpoint. (Note to self...12g stainless steel barbells in one's ear set off the metal detectors) Made it home in one piece, though, on a Friday evening. Since I couldn't get in touch with my ride to let her know I was early, I got to sit around Louis Armstrong International Airport for almost an hour. Sidebar~No one in NOLA calls it Louis Armstrong International Airport. Most of us call it "the airport" and if you're old enough "Moisant Field". And the "International" part is a misnomer because I seriously doubt you could catch a flight going anywhere decent out of that shithole airport. Unless you count anywhere else...since NOLA may as well be our own country, one could argue that every flight is international. End sidebar~ But anyway, the place is a dump. I think the last time they slapped a coat of paint on the place was when Nixon was in office. I swear I saw the set from Laugh In down by the luggage carousel. Saturday was the LSU v Tulane game in the 'Dome, and I got to spend quality time with some important folks in my life. Good times. LSU's offensive line was, at times, offensive, but they showed up in the second half. Sunday...what a day. The day before test day. T-minus 24 hours. At some point in the day I told Sean to stop jumping on the couch because he was gonna fall and I was NOT going to the hospital today. So what did Captain Dumbass do? I cut my hand wide open with a VERY sharp knife while cutting an apple. How do I know it was very sharp? Because I sharpened it earlier that day. I was cutting a plum for Sean and it was a bit dull, so I sharpened it. It's not rocket surgery, folks. 3 stitches and half a pint of blood lost later, I have this: and this: and one final shot of the lovely couple: Sorry I didn't get any gore shots, but I was busy cursing and hollering for Colette to stop worrying about how she looked and get me to the fucking hospital. And one final note for all you kids out there...keep your knives sharp. The difference between 3 stitches in a straight line and 10 in a jagged line is a sharp blade. And stay away from the Henkels 5 star knives. Yeah, they're good (and expensive) but the 4 star series has a better grip. Wustoff has good knives too.