The airport is a great place to watch human beings crumble into their worst selves. The other day I walked up to the x-ray machine at security and got a move on. I grabbed two bins. One for my laptop. One for my belongings. Set the bins on the table. Emptied my pockets into one along with my belt and jacket. Put my shoes on the table. Put my backpack on the table. Put my laptop into the second bin. Boom. Done. I'm quick. I'm seasoned. I know the game. Well on the ground next to me was a kid who did not know. He was sitting on the floor in front of the metal detecter, both hands on his left shoe, pulling with all his might.
He was wearing high top, leather converses. He tied the laces so tight that he couldn't undo the knot. Unable to untie them he started to panic and franticly tried to rip them off his foot....BUT... his sock had fallen off his heel and under his foot. This meant the leather was stuck to his skin and he couldnt slip out of the shoe. Now sweating, embarrased and angry he started to ask security if he could just go through anyways. Obviously he had tried to get his shoe off and struggled in the process, this should be enough to allow him through. The sassy TSA lady simply shook her head no. So back to the shoe he went. Fighting the leather like Ross in the bathroom. Probably a somewhat proud man completely humbled and crumbled by a tight knot, faulty socks, and a stupid shoe choice.
My dad is scared of heights and my mother is neurotic. Together they made me. Last week my girlfriend Kaity found out that if she goes to the edge of a 200 foot cliff I will scream at her because I am neurotic and hate cliffs.
The wedding I filmed yesterday was an all black affair. Everyone was wearing black. Every guest, evrey groomsmen and even the bridesmaids. It was the first time I had seen one. My sisters wedding was black tie but that doesn't limit the women to wearing only black, it just means they have to dress extra nice. It was actually really cool. It felt more formal and special. There wasn't a lady in a bright red dress calling attention to herself. There wasn't a man in the background wearing jeans and a polo shirt. Everyone followed the rules, which is crazy in itself. The only person not wearing black was the bride. She stood out and no one else did. That's how it should be. So from this point forward mark it down that I am a fan of all black weddings. Gavel!
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