How to fly to New Zealand:

1) Go to the Manhattan Beach Marriott and knock on this door.

2) ???

3) you’re in New Zealand.

How to fly to New Zealand:

1) Go to the Manhattan Beach Marriott and knock on this door.

2) ???

3) you’re in New Zealand.

Done

I presented. Found a projector. Used my laptop. Found my copresenter. Started late. Ended on time. Got a couple questions and handled them well. Got a round of applause at the end, which was awesome.

So, presentation: MANAGED!

Time for coffee.

Good luck everyone else.

You damn right I did. Tim Gunn is awesome.  The world is better with his presence in it.

You damn right I did. Tim Gunn is awesome. The world is better with his presence in it.

Presenting….

My presentation is on in 15 minutes. My copresenter isn’t here. We don’t have projectors. We don’t have a computer.

Call me Tim Gunn, because it’s time to make it work.

I survived the cab

Just closing the gap there. don’t send the cops to my location that I haven’t told you about.

  • MMLTD: do you take credit cards?
  • Cabbie: Yes.
  • MMLTD: Awesome. Can you take me to (hotel)?
  • Cabbie: *shrugs*
  • MMLTD: Sorry, is that a yes? Do you know where it is? I think I have the address....
  • Cabbie: no, it's good.
  • MMLTD: okay *gets in cab*
  • Cabbie: *pulls away from curb* You know, credit card no good.
  • MMLTD: *opens door of moving cab* Stop the car. We're done here.
  • Cabbie: hey, I was just making conversation. Sure I take card.

Screaming Children and Feet

There is a significant volume of children on this flight. Volume is an appropriate word, because they’re all screaming or crying right now.

And every other person is wearing flip flops, so there is a pervasive scent of feet to supplement the comforting aromatics of recycled air.

Looking forward to some loud music and getting work done.

Applied coffee to situation. 

Sun came out.

Everything is right in the world.

Applied coffee to situation.

Sun came out.

Everything is right in the world.

Dear Airport at fuck you o’clock in the morning

Fuck you.
Fuck this.
Fuck it.

Drive home last night hit some construction traffic, as you do.

And now, 6 hours later, I’ve slept, repacked, redressed, and am off to the airport.

Gonna be a fun one today.

Good luck everyone else.