« Les Miserables | Main | Movin' (on up?) »

On Her Majesty's Secret Service

Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, I am now writing to you from the Pacific Northwest of the USA.

The flights were both very smooth... and I got a glass of Dom Perignon mid-flight even though I wasn't in First, and a bottle of champagne to take with me at the end of the flight. Just because I wandered back to the galley in search and snacks and ended up chatting up the flight attendant for a while. It felt so good to be on an airplane again... this dry spell (more than two months without taking to the air) was the longest since May 1998 for me. The full moon (or at least nearly full) accompanied us through the shortened night across the North Pacific... and of course sitting on an airplane traversing a third of the circumfrence of the earth gives you plenty of time to do some introspection and think about where you've been and where you're going.

Anyway, the theme for this week is matrimonial bliss... congratulations are in order to my friends Mike and Betty on their engagement. And the reason I'm in the Pacific Northwest right now is to attend Eric and Elaine's wedding this Saturday.

Picked up the Oakley Square Wire 2.0 Spring Hinge/Silver/Ice yesterday... was tempted to go for the titanium Penny... but at 300 bucks was just not going to happen. I mean, the thing is, I had to remember that these things were going to eventually meet some untimely end anyway, right?

Well, that's about it for now. Looking foward to some clean air, wide-open spaces, and quality time with good friends...