Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Shorts... Where for art thou?

Travel days are LONG days. This morning I was up at 3:00am, in the cab at 3:45am, leaving Toronto at 6:15am, landing at 9:10am and departing Miami 1:05pm, touching down in Belize at 1:20pm (yes there is a time change) and getting on board the Dream at 4:30pm. Thirteen and a half hours in transit.



While going through security I had a horrifying realization. I forgot to pack my shorts. FRACK (for those Battlestar Galactica fans)! It really isn’t that horrifying, just a pain in the ass. If I don’t find shorts in Belize, which I probably won’t I will have to wait until after we set sail to take a look in the gift shop on the ship which means I’ll be that guy who is always wearing jeans on the cruise... Thankfully I don’t have the mullet he usually has.



Both flights were A+: No one sitting beside me, no crying kids, no delays & no one farting. It is the little things that make me smile.



Tomorrow I will be walking the beaches of Isla Roatan in Honduras in search of the crew beach with free wifi...


1 comment:

lardass said...

Jason,

Again,your timing to jetting off from the great white north,JUST ahead of another winter storm is impeccable,quit yer whining - it is snowy & COLD here...take a nap! I think of the movie Independence Day as the presidential jet takes flight & escapes the fireball. Now,your jeans...have you NEVER heard of scissors? Just cut the jeans off around the knees - the remants can be used for polishing shoes,silveware,storing things & clean up messes What happened to your Canadian Forces training...oh yes..you were a "lawn dart"...The hooker takes Canadian Tire money @ par..I mentioned your name and got a discount.

Cheers
CJ