Uneventful flight home, save for some bumpity-bump turbulence. The knowledgeable flight attendant suggested placing beverages on the floor if you don't want to end up wearing them. I did the Spirit magazine crossword puzzle, fucking up by putting fuguefortinhorn when the correct answer was abushelandapeck for "lively song from the musical Guys and Dolls." I ROCKED G&D back in '94 on the C-Juana H.S. stage, so damnit if I don't know Guys and Dolls. The eventful travel event came when we boarded the shitshow-on-wheels known as SooperShittle. Usually I am fond of the blue van, but tonight we should have hedged our bets with Austin's ex-con/African immigrant community and taken a taxi. Skyrocketing gasoline prices have inspired Shittle to cram in the passengers. I made sure I got in first because those sitting in the way-back ran the risk of being conked in the head by a falling tower of wheely suitcases.
The driver stuffed nine people in the back and then turned his attentions to aiding the morbidly obese woman with a walker into the front seat. She couldn't figure out how to back her giant ass into the seat, and complained loudly that she couldn't see her feet. I alternately felt sorry for her and then sorry for the rest of us. I was angry that the Shittle wasn't accomodating this woman with a handicapped van, which she clearly needed. Instead, we a captive audience to a fat lady sideshow.
I was also chastised by the driver for opening a window. It was awfully steamy and close in there and after all the physical exertion on the part of the obese lady, I got a hit of her ripe fat lady stink, reminiscent of that girl Jessie back in high school. So I cracked the window, thus earning me a lecture about how the a/c doesn't work when you open a window. Austin is deliciously humid and hot tonight, so it wasn't as if I was enjoying the hot stream of air.
For those planning to visit the upper regions of Sandy Eggo, I highly recommend a trip to S-Con-Deedo to the STONE BREWERY. A free educational tour is offered, and their bistro is full of tasty slow food. A little on the pricey side, but still delicious and top-quality food.
I am home, sternum intact, back where I started. Improv, novel, a job. I'm just happy I get to have a summer now.
Posted by Zerd at June 9, 2007 10:18 PMSpeaking of Sandy Eggo, did you see John from Cincy last night? New show meant to replace that other Sunday night phenomenon...but shot entirely in Imperial Beach, and set there. GO figure. And then the cee-vee references in your post today...nearly died at your Jesse reference. Poor girl.
Posted by: Kin at June 11, 2007 03:56 PMI rarely turn on the television, so no, never heard of it, but glad IB is getting its due. Jesse was my first experience with severe fat-person smell, and I'm guessing it was yours too. I remember her mom being creepy and codependent and bringing her two Big Macs and a large fry for dinner at the theater. Sad!
Posted by: Mo at June 12, 2007 12:25 AM