Back in the cold NE again and back to work tomorrow. :(

I've been known to sing: "jack be nimble, jack be quick, jack go under the limbo stick," as I make my way to the F lav on the 737.

Although I can say that I've perfected the art of peeing at a vertical recline of 20 degrees. I accomplished this perfection by practicting at home, which I highly recommend. To get the full effect, you have to have someone drop the toilet seat at unpredictables intervals.

I swear there's a button in the cockpit that makes the seat drop, to the amusement of the captain and first officer. "folks, from the cockpit,... we got the gentleman in 2A. Nope, that's not water on his pant leg."

Maybe 737 lav urination accuracy should be a competition at the DO (right after the tug races)!

Let me weigh in on some other pressing box topics:

The Riviera Maya is nice, but it's quasi Cancun. Do Cabo if you're going the brown water route.

I've been on both Carnival and RCCL (my dad's a travel agent) and yes, the food on Carnival has exceeded RCCL's as of late. No joke.

I really, really, really try and avoid using lavs on airplanes. But I have this little condition that prevents coffee or alcohol from staying in my body for more than 20 minutes. If I fly before noon, there's coffee involved. If I fly after...

Can definitely recommend the Hotel Pulitzer in BCN. Close to the Le Meridien, but about 1/4 of the price (but still nice).

Regarding the Hilton TYS airport, I was staring at it longingly as I waited forever for my rental car. I wish it was an option but I'm on a team that's sequestered at this... uhm... location. 12 more hours... 12 more hours... During my run today I ran past a trailer park called the Hillbilly Hilton. If I have time tomorrow I'll try and grab a picture with my crackberry camera.

I was about to apologize for steering the box South (I wasn't around all day, didn't know it was dead in here) and then I realized that my post was the very reason that ALCO created this little play pen for the tired, drunk, frustrated masses yearning to let loose with random rants on FT.

This happened to my brother when we moved to the States (1st grade). The teacher thought he was liar and told him he had to do a report about all the places he kept talking about. I like how she didnt just call my parents and ask them. So the next day he went to school with a huge poster with about 40 photos of some of the places he had been to. (we still have it 24 years later). I wonder how stupid the teacher felt!:D

Darn! I should have posted earlier!

Two to keep in mind. We really enjoy Le Meridien and its location close to La Rambla so one of these might serve our purposes if we are not whoring for Starpoints or using them to stay for free.

Wow, you guys have been busy tonight. I just got home from a dinner at the Capital Grill with Maria Bartiromo and her husband John Steinberg (and about 10 other people). I am really jealous about the travel that Maria gets to do. I get to go to another event tomorrow that she will be at too^

Clocking in at 6'8" and more to love, I invite each of you to join me on my LAS - IAH flight for the DO. I will perform the, "Fitting Mackie into a 737 forward lav" trick which will both shock and amaze. But mostly shock. You should see the eyes of the other people in F after the FA puts away the giant shoehorn and can of Crisco. It's awesome being at least twice and, in some cases (sfogate?), three times as large as anything else on the aircraft. :rolleyes:

I had a similar experience with my 8th grade history teacher. We had a test on the American Revolution, and I got only one question wrong — it was related to something that happened during that time period in Concord, Massachusetts. The teach incorrectly thought that the even twas in Concord, New Hampshire, and marked the answer wrong on my test. I argued with him and he refused to believe me. I then told him I'd been to the very location of this event about two months earlier, when my family took a trip that summer to New England. Again, he refused to believe me and sent me to the principal's office.

The next day I returned with my mother, who taught up the hill at the high school, and a National Park Service brochure from that very site in Concord, Massachusetts. I got a 100 on the test, and he never argued with me again.

The vast majority of the students in my class at that point had never flown on an airplane, and many had never left the state of Texas. They were stunned that I not only argued my case to the extent I did, but that I had actually visited many of the places we were learning about in that class.

A lot of them were also mad when their test grades were lowered because they had selected Concord, New Hampshire from the multiple choice list. I certainly didn't win any friends on that one.

Only the next woman to use the lav can be the judge of that.:D

You're supposed to lift the lid first? I always wondered why my shoes got so wet. ;)

I think I should be embarrassed.

Good morning
Wake up people :D

Argh, 8AM east coast meetings are not cool when you fly in from the west coast the night before. :td:

I wouldn't, that was hilarious.

This is the stuff Box Legends™ are made of.^


*yawn* Day off today. Yay.:D

Good Morning Box,

I have been away and going crazy this past week, but now back into a normal pace. I have not even checked FT in over a week...I was going into withdrawl