West Virginia and all that:

So yeah. I kind of suck about the updating. Sorry about that.

Anyway, I went to a family thing in West Virginia this past weekend, and here are my scattered notes about the trip.

"This plane is piloted by Captain Wanky, assisted by First Officer Dorkus." I'm so 12, but that cracked me up to no end. Particularly embarrassing since I was sitting in the front row and the flight crew could have heard me.

My flight was delayed for some reason so I ended up not getting into Oglebay until after midnight. So I fell asleep right away.

Weather on Saturday was bad. We took a picture, went on a tour of the West Virginia State Pen in Moundsville (ah, the fun my family has), went to the Christmas Shop and the Glas Shop, learned that not only was Kerry in Wheeling (about 10 miles from where we were), but also that Bush had changed his route to come within a couple of miles of the hotel, went to Mass, ate pizza, played Taboo and Left, Right, Center (with actual money natch), and talked for a long period of time.

Sunday, got up late, played Putt-Putt (and ended up only 6 over on the last go-round; I told my mother it was that golf class I took), and left for Pittsburgh again. Drove back down Garfield and discovered that Garfield was closed at Washington Park (anyone know why? It seemed to involve ambulances), so got stuck in that traffic and got back later than I wanted. I knew I should have taken the Stevenson to the LSD.

Now I'm here, back at work, and bored. Shock.