Hiya everyone! I just returned home a little while ago from another lovely evening of working for Pinochle Airlines, where the shit don't stop 'til my pants drop. The wind and rain made for quite an enjoyable little shift. We had two flights cancel today, Delta and Midwest didn't have much more luck, and I think United must have cancelled damn near everything but their last inbound, which still arrived over 2 hours late. Our last inbound from Detroit had a bunch of people involuntarily rerouted from flights to CWA. Of course, their bags didn't arrive with them. I came in from dumping bags, opened the door to ops, and found a nice little line of people waiting to file claims. We ended up taking 10 claims, all but one were from people originally scheduled to fly to CWA. I'm just happy to be in and out of the wind and rain.

Saturday night was, uhhh... interesting. Corey and I met Matt and Carrie at The Bar on Lynndale. We sat there for a while, had a few drinks and some wings, and then left to go down to Ravens. It was not nearly as busy as I should have expected for the day of Celebrate. The four of us grabbed a table near the front window. From my seat in the corner, I had a pretty good view of everything and everyone, especially The Pervert. You see, if you've ever been in Ravens before, then you know there's this really creepy guy with glasses who walks around with a soda in hand just looking at people. He doesn't really say anything to anyone except when he orders his soda from the bartender. I'm not sure if he haunts any other bars downtown, but I haven't seen him in any. Well, last night we saw him walk out the door and head east down College Avenue. As he walked out, we joked about his jacket and fannypack. Maybe ten minutes passed before he returned again and headed straight for the back of the bar. He slowly made his way through to the back, taking time to look around at various people in the bar, and then worked his way back toward the front. As he came fully into view, I noticed his hand was... uhh... "down there." Yes, his pants were unzipped, his penis was hanging out, and he was fondling himself as he walked through!!! As he got back to the front door, he quickly shoved it back in his pants, walked out, and headed west down College Avenue. My first thought was: holy shit! We discussed it at the table and Matt and Carrie both admitted having his seen his hand down there, but both looked away before seeing what was in his hands. Apparently I'm the only one who actually witnessed him playing with his one-eyed trouser snake. When the waitress came back around, Carrie told her. The waitress passed it on to the doorman, the bartender, and Howie. She also told half the people in the bar (since just above everyone in there knows who the guy is upon description). By the time we left, I think just about everyone in the bar knew what the guy had done, so it was almost disappointing to not be there when he returned. Anyway, what a lovely story, huh?

They tell me Sunday was Mother's Day. I saw my mother for all of maybe an hour on Sunday, which is an hour more than I would have seen her had their plans not changed on Saturday. My parents were originally supposed to drive to La Crosse on Sunday to pick up some of my brother's belongings, but now I guess my dad was able to get a truck from work for when they go to move my brother out of his dorm on Thursday. That's my Mother's Day story.

Wow, it looks like I might not go out drinking tonight. I believe this would be the first night in probably a month that I'm not consuming some sort of alcoholic beverage. Friday night was the first night I hadn't gone to a bar in some time, but I still drank over at Matt and Carrie's. I could always crack open one of these warm beers sitting on the floor right next to me just keep the streak alive, but I've started to lose interest in warm beer. That popcorn my parents brought back from the movie theater Saturday night is sounding pretty good right about now.