Where to begin? From the beginning, I suppose. Joel, Maria, JVC GY-HD250U and I crammed into our town car in Stamford and set sail for Monaco. Having upgraded my colleagues to business class (not the camera, it got checked and put in the cargo hold), we found ourselves hanging out pre-flight in the Admirals Club lounge, where I sucked down a few cocktails with my non-alcoholic-drinking amigos. It helps me sleep better on planes. Whatever, don’t judge. You just got here (to my blog).
Did I mention I flew business class? Yeah, it was that nice. It was even nicer to extend such a pleasure during typical JFK weekday evening traffic, which added 2 hours to the flight time. I even took a picture to rub it in to everyone (see Madoff mug on NYT at left). I even wrote on Novak’s wall to rub it in his/Leslie/Brett/Polk’s face. But Maria made me do that.
I was also reminded of how slow I eat, when, during the middle of my meal the stewardess tried to serve me ice cream. Because everyone else was done with dinner. Therefore I should’ve been done with dinner. Their logic is flawless. My sarcasm is endless.
