I actually made it through Uncle BadTouch with my dignity intact this morning.
I shared a row on my first flight today with Justin Bieber’s favorite stalker. I now know which hospital he was born in and his blood type. I probably could have lived without that.
A kid in the seat next to you, chugging soda and eating Skittles, does not bode well for the flight.
Airports are great places to people watch.  You see a little of everything.
When I got to Norfolk, I waited for the hotel shuttle with a family of 7, with all the children apparently 5 and younger, who had their flight canceled. They will be continuing their journey to Hawaii tomorrow. There but for the grace of God go I.
I’m getting old. I walked past a breastaurant to get dinner somewhere else. I finally reached the age where I feel creepy around scantily clad 23 year old women.
Tonight I hydrate, for tomorrow I shall sweat like a hog. Although it doesn’t seem as sticky here as I thought it would be.