[This entry backdated to when I actually wrote it]
I’m currently sitting in the Atlanta airport as part of a quick in-and-out to visit a sick relative. I’d easily give a digit for a sausage biscuit right now, but alas the best I can do is trail mix.
More evidence that the terrorists have won: while waiting in the security line with 2000 of my closest friends, having disposed of the Purell I forgot to check, they started playing some Glenn Medeiros over the intercom. You know,
Nothing’s gonna change my love for you
You ought know by now how much I love you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll never ask for more than your love
There, now you have it stuck in your head too.
I’m reading Kitchen Confidential on the strength of this blog entry by “No Reservations” star Anthony Bourdain. It’s a humorous look at how the restaurant industry is much less glamorous than one might think. [Later on the plane, my single-serving friend, a philosophical sheet metal worker, said this is like life: first you want to get with some beautiful woman, then you realize she’s nasty inside, but by then it’s too late because you’re already married.]
In other news, Angeline and I saw a famous celebrity while dining at the White Flint mall the other night: Matthew Lesko, the question-mark-blazer-ensuited guy who exhorts us to get FREE government money. He was in uniform and looked lost. Doesn’t ring a bell? Here’s Andy Dick’s impression of him.