Why the title? It happens to be the song I’m listening to at the moment. No other significance than that.
I am sitting at SFO at the moment – awaiting a flight to Las Vegas where I will join work cohorts in the city of sin. It is quite ironic since a fave columnist of mine, Mike Morford from the San Francisco Chronicle, wrote a great piece about Vegas in this morning’s paper. Here’s an excerpt (you must read the entire article):
But maybe that’s just me. Because in such places I often get a bit disoriented, a bit blown away by scale, cannot help but stare at those massive theme-park hotels and widen out my mental lens and visualize the incredible quantities of resources being used every second to keep them alive and churning, all the water and energy and food, all the chemicals and cloth and concrete, the miles of cabling and electricity and the garbage and, oh yes, the sewage, the rivers of human detritus flowing from these 4,000-room monstrosities like giant faucets of refuse that never shut off.
As I wait to create my own river of human detritus, I am waiting longer than I expected. My flight is delayed by at least an hour. Something about mechanical problems. Our diarrhea-of-the-mouth gate agent said as much but I could barely hear him above the song playing on my iPod. Plus, he went on for a good 12 minutes. Be brief and concise, people.
The gate agent is also wearing argyle socks. As I glance over at him, I can’t help but notice the woman next to me trying to figure out how to surf for free on the airport’s T-Mobile pay internet connection. She doesn’t understand why she can get the T-Mobile page (inviting payment) but not her Hotmail.
Any cute boys on flight? Under 60? Not on a flight to Vegas. That makes me the best looking dude on the plane.
And my nipples really hurt. Something about a meeting I had with a daddy-type last evening.
That reminds me — anyone heading to Dore Alley (“Up Your Alley”) on Sunday? I’ll make an appearance after my likely-delayed Vegas flight gets in.
One more item – I meant to do a special tribute to Estelle Getty but all my blog-eagues out there have done a perfectly good job without my additional post. I will say that I think it is a shame that Bea, Betty, and Rue did not attend your funeral.
That’s my catch up for today. Remember, I’ll never be far away.