#27: DON’T buy a smoothie when it’s only -8′ C outside. You know how when you drink a smoothie, you normally have to wait until the crushed ice melts before you can finish it? Well it doesn’t melt in these temperatures. So you only get to drink HALF a smoothie (probably a good thing for my waistline, even if I did order it with skim milk… oh that’s another thing… I love it in the
#52: When eating at your local Brazilian restaurant, DON’T try the national specialty (something in black bean stew with beef and pork which made me quite ill) but DO try the national drink (something made with Brazilian white rum, sugar, and lime… delicious!!).
#56: During snowy weather, DON’T expect your flights to arrive or depart on time. If at all. My flight up to Ithaca tonight was two hours late.
#67: there is no WiFi at the US Air terminal at La Guardia. Amazing how quickly we become accustomed to something like WiFi hotspots everywhere. Do you think the part of my brain that craves internet access anytime anywhere is the same part of the brain that is affected by other addictions? It feels the same. Maybe its part of my brain that didn’t develop into maturity when I was going through that three-year-old “I want it NOW” phase. My 3-year-old twin boys are like that now. They have to have what they want NOW, it doesn’t matter how impossible it might be for me to give them that thing, if they cant have it RIGHT NOW DADDY they throw the biggest of tantrums. And that, my friends, is *exactly* how I feel when I am sitting in a bland NY airport surrounded by crap food, waiting for a flight that I got here two hours early for and which has been delayed an hour already and I am *still* waiting for a boarding call… and I WANT
#72: and here’s something I learned tonight while drinking in a bar at the Statler Hotel at Cornell University. I was talking to some firefighters from around this area and I asked them if you get as many fires this time of the year… ten inches of snow forecast for tonight… and they told me that this is the WORST time of year for fires! The cause: candles. There you go. I wouldn’t have figured that.