I don't like math...but it's like 12+ hours until I will be waiting in the Pittsburgh International Airport to head out to L.A. to work X-Games 15 (at least I think it's up to 15...). The picture pretty much sums it up. In case you haven't seen the X-Games, or any other sort of Pro-Action sports event, here are a few memorable moments that might peak your interest...
So, the trip should be cool, I'm not sure how much free time I will have, I'm also attempting to bring only a carry-on bag with 2 weeks worth of clothes in it, we'll see if that works out. According to the Airline website, I am allowed one carry-on and one personal item, which is defined as a potential "briefcase, purse or laptop." With that definition, I am bringing my carry-on and my laptop/case I just bought that is pretty slim and easy to travel with.
My video camera is pretty small, and I needed a case for it, Wal-mart had a cheap camera case...the only downside, is that the case is so small, that it will probably look like I will be carrying around a purse with me in L.A....whatever. I'm stuffing that into my carry-on as well.
This will be the first time I will have flown in over 2 years, the last time was also to go to L.A. (to go to the Price Is Right, just imagine if I came up with this idea then). I made it about 50 steps out of the plane (give or take another 100-200 steps), sat down and puked in a bag...people stared, I waved to let them know I was ok, and said "it's ok, I'm not on your flight, just theirs," to then get on the plane going from Atlanta to L.A. After that first flight, my very first in fact, I took some Dramamine to help with the motion sickness. Unfortunately, I'm almost positive that I've developed a dependency to Dramamine when I need to fly. It sucks, because that junk costs $5 in the store, and if you're in a pinch, you can get about 8 pills for $12 at the Airport.
I'm not going to get on a plane without having that reassurance that if I take the pills, I will be fine. I'm sure one day I probably won't need them, but since I'm flying alone, I doubt that if I were to feel ill, that some nice family will graciously admit me as a temporary adopted member, like a family dog of sorts, and take me to see a Vet. If only life operated more like ABC Family.
Well, I'm at work at a Pirate game. Again, I get bored a lot, I should fake it so that Carl doesn't think I'm lazy, even though he knows that I am. Carl is the cameraman that is in the booth with me where I operate, he get's excited about the Pirates because he is drinkin' the "Bucco Kool-Aid"...even though it's crap flavored.
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