CARDRUNNERS

I'm currently sitting on a plane that sounds like a wind up toy and a motor boat; motor boat volume, wind up toy acoustics. My evaluation this afternoon went extremely well. It looks like I have a long term role with the company! Now please let us explode into this multi billion dollar corporation, immediately following my acquisition of thousands of stock options and I'm a happy man.

The worst part of the evaluation was the length. We spoke for 2hrs and I missed my flight. Am I really supposed to tell my boss, "Yo, I got a plane to catch homie. Can we wrap this up?" Maybe I should have. LoL. I hit traffic on the drive to SBA, stop off at our property managers office, to see the drop box not once, but twice is labeled with, "Do not leave cash in the drop box." Umm, does that mean the $2325 I have in cash shouldn't be placed in the drop box? Looks like I'm taking a couple G's to SF with me.

I now rush to the micro airport in SB and drive past the only local long term parking, flipping off the "Lot is Full" sign. I head to the remote long term lot and park. I put my shit in the complementary van and ask the guy if it's okay I don't have a permit. Apparently my only two options are to go back to the local lot to get a permit, or park in short term parking at $16 a day. Since I have 25 minutes till my plane departs, I choose the short term steal from my wallet route. Walk 5ft from the lot to the United counter. "You're too late sir. The gate is closed." I argue for a good 10 minutes about how every time I'm late they let me slide on by. My arguing and sarcastic tone is getting me no where. This is a great time for the gay guy at the United counter to go on a power trip. Nice lisp buddy. I wanted to just fuckin tell them I'm Spud, put me on the fuckin plane. One stand-by ticket coming up. Awesome. I go and move my car to long term parking and come back, read the newest Bill Simmons article and a chapter of the book "Rule of Four", which leads me right up to departure time for a plane I don't have a seat on.

One seat is available, probably since the plane holds 12 people or so. The cool thing is I'm directly flying to SF now and arriving an hour earlier than if I made my original flight to LA, plus 1hr layover, then flight to SF. I just took a picture of the propeller directly to my left, and then the sun setting over the ocean as we departed SB. Is it redundant to say that this place is beautiful? A friend of mine from college owns a plane bigger than this supercharged pile of metal with chairs.

So now I'm eating "Plane Cheesy". (Think goldfish but shaped like planes). I'm not making this shit up. Far superior to trail mix though. I despise trail mix. I think the cute 'flight attendant' likes me as she left me the entire can of orange juice. She looks far too young for her ass to drop that much though. 6 minute buns baby, do it. Life is good, I have 12oz of minute maid oj, plane cheesys (cheesies?, cheesi?), my boys are calling me non stop, excited for my arrival to the bay. Hope everyone has a great weekend, I'll try and update as frequently as possible, as I'm starting to really get into this blog shit. If anyone knows how to post pictures PM me; I'd love to know how. No poker tonight, and tomorrow is looking slim.

Holla at ya boy. Spuddy.

PS the female pilot just enthusiastically told us we have a tail wind, so we're going faster in normal person speak. I love extra info from the pilot, I really feel like I get my moneys worth when that happens. If this was Southwest dumb ass jokes would be flying. I love that airline.