Thursday, October 18, 2012

The Killa To Manilla.

Whenever I fly Southwest Airlines, I wonder if my pilot realizes that he’s flying a free clinic.

And thank Jesus that’s not what I’m experiencing right now, seeing as I’m in the middle of a 17 ½ hour flight on a fancy airline to the Philippines, where I’ll be a groomsman in my friends Bru and Aina’s wedding. (By the way, knowing Bru, I can only assume the bride’s “something blue” will be a Xanax.)

I’ll be there for eight days, and I’m taking the blog with me. So check back here and see me manage to visit an impoverished nation yet still bitch the whole time about what humidity does to a man’s hair.