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Friday
Dec022011
Good Morning, Mississippi!
Friday, December 2, 2011
So, I've flown down to the southern United States. Don't ask me why, because, frankly, I don't know. It seemed like the right thing to do.
I'm hanging out with some delicious ladies of the internet — Deb, Jett, and eventually Laurie, whenever she gets here — enjoying Secret Location, Mississippi. The first three of us just arrived in the middle of the night last night, so mostly my trip has consisted of flight delays and cancellations, finding a new friend in my airport buddy, Helen, and eating at this Canadian's first IHOP.
First lesson of this trip: don't look at the napkin you use to wipe up spilled water on a United Airlines airplane seat, because, before you know it, you will be wondering just how much fecal matter is coating the entire inside of the little metal tube you're presently trapped inside.
If you're lucky, though, you'll have a Helen, the nicest 85-year-old with which to spend hours weathering sitting on the runway, flight cancellation, and giant deli sandwiches.
Tittie bar!
They're hiring, FYI.
I'll have to leave off at the tittie bar, though, because I have to shower 18 hours of travel grunge off myself. The inside of my mouth tasted like the wrong end of this thing:
Good morning!
I'm hanging out with some delicious ladies of the internet — Deb, Jett, and eventually Laurie, whenever she gets here — enjoying Secret Location, Mississippi. The first three of us just arrived in the middle of the night last night, so mostly my trip has consisted of flight delays and cancellations, finding a new friend in my airport buddy, Helen, and eating at this Canadian's first IHOP.
First lesson of this trip: don't look at the napkin you use to wipe up spilled water on a United Airlines airplane seat, because, before you know it, you will be wondering just how much fecal matter is coating the entire inside of the little metal tube you're presently trapped inside.
If you're lucky, though, you'll have a Helen, the nicest 85-year-old with which to spend hours weathering sitting on the runway, flight cancellation, and giant deli sandwiches.
Tittie bar!
They're hiring, FYI.
I'll have to leave off at the tittie bar, though, because I have to shower 18 hours of travel grunge off myself. The inside of my mouth tasted like the wrong end of this thing:
Good morning!
categorized in general, writing and blogging and tagged in Deb On the Rocks, Jett Superior, LaurieWrites, Mississippi, United Airlines, fecal matter, travel, travelling
general, writing and blogging and tagged in Deb On the Rocks, Jett Superior, LaurieWrites, Mississippi, United Airlines, fecal matter, travel, travelling 
Reader Comments (7)
I heart the Schmutzie.
Never been in the countryside. I also want to experience Southern hospitality. I love the first photo. The view looks amazing from above.
Mississippi?! This is going to get good! Enjoy yourselves.
Yay you! Have a fantabulous time.
I'm ever so slightly jealous, not least because you have managed to escape like, three blizzards in the past twenty four hours.
Yikes! Sounds like quite the adventure you're on. :)
Tittie bar - awesome. I need a job, stat.
Wow. Wesley's Boobie Trap in po-dunk Alabama. I used to drive by that place all the time when I lived in Birmingham. Gotta wonder why that little concrete tittie bar of a place needs a big truck like that. Or, maybe it is best to NOT wonder.