As I write this in my somewhat luxurious hotel room in Las Blah-Blah-Blah, Nev., it is 12:16 a.m. in Virginia. I was awake at 4:20 a.m.
Oh, who’m I kidding. Sleep deprivation is nothing new to me. Still. It really is something.
There is a difference this year. I do not feel like Jesus came to life and kicked my ass with Thor and Hulk this year. This is, of course, thanks to EarPlanes, which prevent my head from feeling like it’s been squeezed from flying. Seriously. Using these things, there’s no pressure. NONE. Without them, I’m deef for a day and I feel like shit. With them, I’m king of the world. EarPlanes are awesome.
When I got on the plane this morning, for some reason, the plane was as hot as balls. Why the fuck would you march people onto an airplane in the morning that is as hot as balls? Do you want people to throw up? Are you Jeff the Vomit Guy? Hmmmmm? One woman marched onto the plane and said, specifically, “It’s as hot as Africa on here. I think I might throw up.”
This was the only horrible part of my trip I have to report. Except the gross hot dog I ate in Salt Lake City because I was starving and had 20 minutes to eat something. By the way the airline I flew was Don’t Even Leave The Airport. (Yeah, that’s “DELTA.”) So, Delta? NO MORE HOT AS BALLS AIRPLANE CABINS. That was gross.
So I ate at Trattorio del Lupo tonight. OMG. The lasagna verde is unspeakably moronically delicious. The vino was Rosso do Montaldcino, 2006, which was just as ridiculously delicious and made the lasagna, served with a cream sauce AND a bolognese, just that more delicious. Unfortunately, I could not stay for dessert. I pussed out. Of course I did. One bad thing about this joint is that they serve their yummy Italian cuisine at the literal pace of an Italian meal. So you’re sitting on your ass for a few hours. Dessert? You kidding? I gots to go.
I am always utterly miserable about coming to convention. And then I come, and it’s okay, and it might even be great. I even got back in time to listen to This American Life on the radio (I am having trouble with I-net radio here even though I have broadband and a laptop). So maybe this might just be a welcome diversion. And then I’ll get back and forget about any decisions I reach here or anything I promise to do.
An annual tradition.