Author: rodney

During my recent trip to Southern Californa (AKA “heaven on earth”), I had the opportunity to satisfy an obsession that I’ve not been able to satisfy for three years…
I dragged two friends to Roscoe’s! The home of (fried) chicken and waffles!!! Yumyumyumyumyum! That’s my review.
Here’s a more mainstream, kinda boring review “Eggo quality waffles”, huh? Hmph! These are buckwheat waffles. Works of art!! Stupid mainstream reviewer…

So that’s my “succulent breast (!) and waffle” along with a cheese and onion egg scramble on the side. That’s my Diet Coke too.
The Diet Coke is a bit of an afterthought. Like that’s going to help after THIS meal.
My review? Yumyumyumyumyumyum! That’s it.

Blah.
But the flight back was as it should be. Almost.
Even though we had a flawless flight (no airsick this time!) and we landed (wheels touching the tarmac) early, we still had to wait at the gate for 10 minutes, thus negating the “early arrival”.
What’s the frakkin’ point of announcing to the plane “we are here early” when passengers kanna take advantage of it by getting off the damn cattle car?
Anyhoo, the weekend in Southern California was fun. Ate a lot, stayed up late and smoked many cigars. One of the more enjoyable weekends I’ve had that doesn’t require a passport.
Wheee.

Sooo this weekend finds me in smoggy, slightly hazy Anaheim, land o’ Disney and the 55 freeway.
Since a wise person once said, “Frequent Flyer miles dun accrue interest” and I waited until the last minute to come down here, I burned 15K miles for a free trip here. It’s nice because this flight would have cost US$300+ to leave on Friday and come back Monday from SNA.
But enough with the travel logistics. On this short hopper flight (on an Airbasi 320, I might add!), the “pilot” was soooooo bad, I got airsick. For the first time in at LEAST 15 years.
Me.
The guy who actually sorta likes flying. The one who flies low fare airlines in Asia based on their website, stewardesses and price. Who actually flies domestic in da PRC for god’s sake! Airsick.
Anyhoo, our “pilot” must have either been a rookie or drunk. But she was sooo into rocking the plane from port to starboard soooo much that the plane got spookily quiet, because ppl were sick. And then, when we landed, we landed lopsided. First the left side of the jet hit the tarmac, then after a few seconds, the right, followed by a loud BAM.
A landing worthy of China Airlines.
And, if you’re a regular victim of this blog, you can guess which airline I was on today….if not, click here.