So yesterday's adventure entailed...hmm...a lot.
Let's start with Travelocity. I did everything they told me to, and ended up getting double-charged with two sets of tickets. They tried to smoothe things over and in the end attempted to pocket my refund from Middle East Air. Luckily for me, Ahmed had my back and was far more professional than any of the idiots I dealt with. DON'T USE TRAVELOCITY.
Moral of the story: use Travelocity as the search engine for your flights--then call the airline directly to book your ticket (no commission, cheaper shipping, and fewer idiots).
2nd moral of the story: this constituted a pattern with customers' service representatives, so if you're using anything web- or computer-related that tanks, let it be and move on with your life.
3rd moral of the story: if the FedEx girl is a hottie, be awake enough to drop a good line, i.e. one better than "if I could open my eyes, I'd smile" (actually said).
Well, then I went to Lynchburg with my dad. Here's my tour picture! I'm all the way on the right. Love the rickyard. And the mellowing. And the mashing. And the bottling. So I picked up two bottles of 1915 Gold Medal Jack Daniel's (after passing the United States Military's barrel). They were both signed by Master Distiller Jimmy Bedford. Apparently, Jack won a gold medal in 1915 for a hygiene award. Whiskey? Hygiene? You got me.
Jack Daniel's was 5'2" with a Size 4 shoe. When they made a life-size sculpture of him, they had to enlarge his feet so the statue wouldn't topple over. Jack died of gangrene after kicking his safe and infecting his big toe. He passed on the distillery to Lem Motlow, his nephew. His great-great grandsons are now giving tours of the place. We had Dusty who loves Nascar, wears overalls and chaws on stuff.
By the way, my brother's CD collection baffles me. He has records by every major one hit wonder. The problem is that he has all of the albums that followed their platinum ones. In other words, he has the albums that their careers ended with. We're talking the OTHER Ace of Base album and stuff like that.
Excellent Italian restaurant in Nashville (but pricey): Mario's. And we had a great bottle of wine there, a Jordan (no, Michael hasn't started his own line). Best Osso Buco I've ever had and I've had it at many places.
Speaking of Phil Jackson, the Lakers and their new superstars and Kobe's new "how do I put this tactfully because I can't." I think Payton will make a great addition, but Malone'll screw things up. And they'll lose anyway, Thairu.
I'm toying with the idea of starting a site devoted to counting exactly how much I drink. Maybe I'll just put together a spreadsheet and post it. It's starting to worry me. My brother seems to think I have more of an enzyme that helps break down the alcohol. I think I just drink a lot.
I had fried ice cream for the first time in a couple years. So good. So good. Next time you're at a Japanese restaurant, hit it up.
I also turned on the radio there and discovered a few things:
1. God exists in other parts of the country, even on pop radio stations.
2. The line between Female Musical Stars and Pop Sluts does not exist anymore. Once I heard Jewel cross over, I gave up. But my criticism is more of a society that objectifies them than their allowing themselves to be objectified. They're playing the game to get the most out of it. Society's screwing up future generations. It's a male dominated industry and a woman has to mesmerize the competition, not out-rock them. It's messed up.
3. The RIAA's a bunch of idiots. Downloading of music will not stop. It's better for the musical industry anyway that it continues. I'll get into this in greater detail another day.
Let's start with Travelocity. I did everything they told me to, and ended up getting double-charged with two sets of tickets. They tried to smoothe things over and in the end attempted to pocket my refund from Middle East Air. Luckily for me, Ahmed had my back and was far more professional than any of the idiots I dealt with. DON'T USE TRAVELOCITY.
Moral of the story: use Travelocity as the search engine for your flights--then call the airline directly to book your ticket (no commission, cheaper shipping, and fewer idiots).
2nd moral of the story: this constituted a pattern with customers' service representatives, so if you're using anything web- or computer-related that tanks, let it be and move on with your life.
3rd moral of the story: if the FedEx girl is a hottie, be awake enough to drop a good line, i.e. one better than "if I could open my eyes, I'd smile" (actually said).
Well, then I went to Lynchburg with my dad. Here's my tour picture! I'm all the way on the right. Love the rickyard. And the mellowing. And the mashing. And the bottling. So I picked up two bottles of 1915 Gold Medal Jack Daniel's (after passing the United States Military's barrel). They were both signed by Master Distiller Jimmy Bedford. Apparently, Jack won a gold medal in 1915 for a hygiene award. Whiskey? Hygiene? You got me.
Jack Daniel's was 5'2" with a Size 4 shoe. When they made a life-size sculpture of him, they had to enlarge his feet so the statue wouldn't topple over. Jack died of gangrene after kicking his safe and infecting his big toe. He passed on the distillery to Lem Motlow, his nephew. His great-great grandsons are now giving tours of the place. We had Dusty who loves Nascar, wears overalls and chaws on stuff.
By the way, my brother's CD collection baffles me. He has records by every major one hit wonder. The problem is that he has all of the albums that followed their platinum ones. In other words, he has the albums that their careers ended with. We're talking the OTHER Ace of Base album and stuff like that.
Excellent Italian restaurant in Nashville (but pricey): Mario's. And we had a great bottle of wine there, a Jordan (no, Michael hasn't started his own line). Best Osso Buco I've ever had and I've had it at many places.
Speaking of Phil Jackson, the Lakers and their new superstars and Kobe's new "how do I put this tactfully because I can't." I think Payton will make a great addition, but Malone'll screw things up. And they'll lose anyway, Thairu.
I'm toying with the idea of starting a site devoted to counting exactly how much I drink. Maybe I'll just put together a spreadsheet and post it. It's starting to worry me. My brother seems to think I have more of an enzyme that helps break down the alcohol. I think I just drink a lot.
I had fried ice cream for the first time in a couple years. So good. So good. Next time you're at a Japanese restaurant, hit it up.
I also turned on the radio there and discovered a few things:
1. God exists in other parts of the country, even on pop radio stations.
2. The line between Female Musical Stars and Pop Sluts does not exist anymore. Once I heard Jewel cross over, I gave up. But my criticism is more of a society that objectifies them than their allowing themselves to be objectified. They're playing the game to get the most out of it. Society's screwing up future generations. It's a male dominated industry and a woman has to mesmerize the competition, not out-rock them. It's messed up.
3. The RIAA's a bunch of idiots. Downloading of music will not stop. It's better for the musical industry anyway that it continues. I'll get into this in greater detail another day.
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