I'm going to speak up for drinking at airports. I mean, airport wasted sounds horrendous, but airport buzzed is almost a minimum necessity for coping with the indignities of air travel these days. The trick is to get to the airport bar, finish your first drink or two* quickly to establish a steady buzz, and then switch to something you can nurse to maintain things. Not enough to get sloppy, but enough so that you aren't bothered by the 45-minute delay after the 75-minute delay, or nearly getting clubbed in the head by the guy trying to cram a solid-sided carry-on bag the size of a small car into the bin above your seat, or the screaming child, or the talkative seatmate, or all the other bullshit.
No matter what I see when I wake up I want to go back to sleep immediately.
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When I grow up I want to be tetherball bear.
It says “Get that money” at the bottom, right? That's awful and perfect and for over a million you'd hope they'd have a nicer backsplash behind the sink and stovetop.
@96498932@twitter Thank you for reminding us about the real victims here: uncredited internet commenters.
Tangentially related, here's some new music from old NC musicians.
Does this have to do with Voltron? I hope it has to do with Voltron.
“When does Elvis Costello start dancing?”