Saturday, March 21, 2009

Doomed To Repeat It

I was looking at profiles on the dating site recently and came across a young lady of Asian (Korean?) ancestry. I don't have a problem with accents, non-native English speakers, or Engrish but this woman's headline read "Must Love Dog." She's either a movie-fan or a foodie and, to be honest, I'm too afraid to find out.

You probably didn't notice my absence (even though I thought about you the whole time) but I just got back from a ski trip to Breckenridge, CO. It's been 7 years since I last skied, so when the opportunity came up I jumped at it. I'm a solid-intermediate skier and it all came back to me, like riding a bike. I enjoyed the trip, except for the altitude sickness that I got the first night there. Breck is at 9,600 feet and I had most of the symptoms (shortness of breath, massive headache, nausea, chills, etc.) that only slightly lessened after I took an Imitrex. That first night really sucked and my headaches only went away when I was on the slopes. The weather was beautiful though, and there was lots of co-ed eye-candy, as it was spring break. By Monday, however, the crowds at the base of the mountain had built-up to the point that there was an hour wait for a lift. Mid-mountain and above wasn't that bad.

The other major crisis from the trip was my flight home. It's my fault, and I admit it, but I booked the wrong flight home. And boy did it cost me. I meant to take the 7pm flight from DEN-IAH, but I mistakenly selected an 11:30am flight and didn't notice until the morning of my return, at 10:30am when I was still in Breckenridge, 2 hours away from Denver. When I called the airline (who will remain nameless, because Frontier Airlines fucking sucks and they screwed me balls-deep) they were understanding but unable to charge me less than $300 for my mistake. I may have been the one who clicked the wrong button, but I also blame you (yes, you). Your senator and/or representative voted against the Airline Passengers' Bill of Rights. Since you didn't hold him or her accountable for being in the pocket of the airlines, I blame you. (and I feel a little better for getting that off my chest)

The title of this entry refers to a famous quotation attributable to George Santayana. Normally this quotation would describe my academic career, but in keeping with the dating-theme I've been writing about, I've been corresponding with another Vietnamese girl. This one is considerably more Western, however, as evidenced by the nickname by which she will henceforth be known: Tattoo-girl.


At 12:05 AM, Blogger Jammie J. said...

Did you take any pictures of your ski experience?

Sucks about your return flight broo-ha-ha. Maybe next time just hire a helicopter to take you to your own private slopes... could be about the same price. :P

At 5:54 PM, Blogger lucidkim said...

Thanks for posting the link for George Santayana. When I was getting my MBA someone in one of my classes attributed that quote to Grissom. Yes, the CSI guy. I pointed out that it was a famous quote but at the time I couldn't find who actually said it. The guy didn't even seemed embarrassed.

Gotta love the Imitrex.

At 5:46 AM, Blogger Zelda said...

I had a comment in my head, but it vanished after reading luckdkim's comment. I weep for what were once the great halls of academia.

TV rots minds.

At 9:31 AM, Blogger lucidkim said...

Zelda, I think what disturbed me the most was it was a master's level class...not high school, not undergraduate level...and even now when I think about it I just want to pound my head against the wall. Education clearly doesn't equal intelligence.

At 3:14 PM, Blogger Mike said...

Sir, many thanks for your comment on that blog today.


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