Airport Bars

Of all the gin joints…

The Christmas weekend started at the airport on Friday night.  Once there, I discovered that my flight was delayed by 90 minutes.  Having already consumed a number of beers, and a Xanax, I decided to slow it down a bit so not to dampen Lil’ Bro’s sofa again.

My well intended plans changed after I ran into Dani-girl who was waiting for her flight to Baltimore.  We drank margaritas until she had to board, but I stayed at the bar for another 45 minutes (i.e. 3 large beers).

You have to admire a chick who insists on taking another picture because her boobs didn’t look big enough in the first one.

For those keeping score at home, the sofa was dry on Saturday morning. 

Most of the weekend was spent with family.  I love spending time with my kin, but it usually doesn’t produce material conducive to the theme of this website.

However, I got to babysit my niece for a while on Saturday night.  She just started talking so, “Me doggy” didn’t make much sense to mommy and daddy, which was just fine with me.  They probably wouldn’t appreciate me sticking her in the dog kennel while I watched “The Year in Review” on the Horse Racing Network.

I flew home on Christmas day, and once again, my flight was delayed.  I checked my bag because I almost got an $80 bottle of cologne confiscated on the previous flight. 

F**king terrorists. 

As I watched my bag move down the conveyer belt, I realized that I hadn’t taken my Xanax, and the medication was in the disappearing bag. 

If you are unfamiliar with Xanax, it is a wonder drug.  My doctor prescribed it for me after I told him I got anxious whenever I flew. 

“Are you afraid of flying?” he asked. 

“No, I’m afraid of crashing,” I replied.

Problem solved…

The airport bar on the way home was full of characters.  I had drinks with Pat, Rick, and a model from Chicago.  Rick and the model were not together, and he tried like hell (unsuccessfully) to get her phone number. 

He also wanted his picture taken with a nice girl who was sitting by herself at a table.  I didn’t hear him ask for her number, but he probably waited until we left.

Rick – Thanks for the beer and shot of Grey Goose.

Pat – Thanks for the shot of Cuervo. 

Model – Thanks for sitting next to me.

Here’s to living single and drinking double.

Benny