Charlie Says...

here's my weekend. i don't think my words speak the amount of frustration that consumed me. Alright so this past weekend. Start off friday night at Nicole's place, had a few beers, a failed attempt at watching Intervention because it was not on, much to Nicole' s devastation, but fun none the less. I leave there with the intention of seeing one friend for one drink around the corner from my house. That one drink somehow turned into seven. So yeah, it made for an unpleasant morning of travel on saturday. I wake up still drunk, great, mom is proud, go outside to wait for the car that is to pick me up then another guy i travel with and then onto jfk. So here's my thoughts on hired cars, if i get in one and you drive one, as a "professional" driver i expect you to know how to get places. So first the car is 15 minutes late, great start, i get in, and then they say "where to," oh great, is there not communication between the people who take the calls for cars and the people who drive them. someone called them and said hey go pick up this guy at this address then the other one at this one then go to jfk. Pen and Paper, memory, check it out. So i find the address we're going to, i tell this to the driver to only get a response of "where is that, do you know how to get there?" and i have no idea how to get there. So far we're twenty minutes into the trip and they were filled by being late to pick me up and not knowing where to go. Oh and i should mention all this hassle is to get me to Buffalo, fucking buffalo, just take a minute to absorb that, BUFFALO. After numerous wrong turns we find this guy's apartment and he gets in. Again with the remembering where we're going thing, he gets in and we get a "ok now where are we going?" Honestly. So anyways, we get to the airport, i feel like the inside of a mcdonald's toilet bowl, and just what i want to learn, my flight to BUFFALO is delayed. The delay sucked but whatever i fell asleep on the floor of the airport and felt better when waking two hours later thinking i missed the flight but only to find out it was still delayed for another hour. I get to Buffalo and we go straight to a bowling alley where we are gonna shoot a video of the comedian i work with bowling with some of the Buffalo Bills. Well only one Bill showed up, but he was a good sport and it was great. So that night we decide to go have some nice local buffalo flavor and go out to dinner. The hotel guy suggests we go to this place down the street that's like 3 floors and is a grill and a brewery. Ok great, how can you screw up grilling and beer. So this place we went to brewed all it's own beer, i've been to places like this before and was excited about it because at least there's good beer or something different. So we start trying the beers and before ask the waitress what she recommends and says everything is great blah blah blah. We try two different beers, and they were awful. Not like "oh this tastes just like cheap 2 dollar beer", no, this tasted, honest to god, like someone filled a glass up with water then tore open a packet, and on the packet it said "beer flavor." It was so so so so bad. And the food didn't help either, everything was awful. I felt bad for the 10 residents of Buffalo, because i thought they were getting duped into thinking what good beer was, and it was just awful. So whatever rest of the weekend unfolded, don't go to buffalo it's horrible. i don't know why it exists, i mean i know there's a history to it, but it's pointless. it's a dead city. So this happened today traveling back from Buffalo. So one of the guys i work with the one in the above story about the car, is kind of not so sharp, well he is smart, he went to Harvard, but when it comes to the outside world, there wasn't a book for him to study. I could go on about little things he does but lets share this one. We get off the plane today at jfk, it's early still, it was a 7am flight, we get off, he checked a bag, i did not, and i'm hungry, i say "hey i'm gonna grab something to eat you go get your bag and i'll meet you at baggage claim." sounds great- he agrees- he's on his way, i get my muffin. I head towards baggage claim, go down the stairs and baggage claim is completely empty, there are just two people there and they looked like they were picking up family. So i look around, i don't see this guy. go back up stairs see if i missed a turn, but i'm now outside the security area so this is pretty much the only place i can go. Go back down, look around some more, don't see him. I look over to one of two luggage carousels and there's one lone bag circling, and i recognize the bag, walk over to it, look at the tag, yup it's this guy's bag i'm with. So i call him, "Hey where are you?" "i'm waiting for my bag" "yeah no you're not i have it" so long story kinda short, somehow he gets lost decides to not follow the signs, ends up in a completely different terminal and goes to that baggage claim. Unbelievable. And all i wanted to do was get back home without any hassle and just be home and get in my own bed and rest. Oh well.