Where in the world am I going?

At 0530 I’ll be boarding my flight at Columbia’s small but efficient Metropolitan Airport.   Over the course of the weekend I expect I’ll see such sights as the Eiffel Tower, the canals of Venice, the Great Pyramid, and the New York skyline.  I’ll be lodging in Tuscany.

That’s right, Sin City.  Where day is night and night is day.  The bright lights, glitz and faux glamor that all come together in that quaint desert village we like to call Las Vegas.

South Carolina recognizes common law marriage.  Immigration and the IRS do not, so I’ll be making everything legal and tidy and hopefully completely to the satisfaction of my dear old Uncle Sam.

I’ll also be participating in the New World Dart Series event, sanctioned by the North American Professional Darts Association.  Hey, if you can’t throw like a pro, you may as well get beat by some.  Or so my thinking goes.  It will be a good experience, especially given my fondness for harsh mistresses.

And that’s about it from here.

What’s a pound of flesh worth anyway?

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Beats me, but the nice folks at Samoa Airlines could tell you no doubt.  Or at least the price of a kilo of flesh.

I’m a big guy, but charging by weight instead of by the seat makes some sense.  It’s how the airlines have always charged for freight.  And lord knows, passengers are treated pretty much like cattle these days anyway.

Heh, I was just wondering if I’d be able to afford to fly my fat ass belly back and forth to Korea.  But with what I’d save on Jee Yeun’s ticket I could probably swing it.  And what a great incentive for dieting–every pound lost would be like a discount on air travel!

Leaster Sunday

Me has not risen!

But I didn’t drop much either.  This week’s weigh-in finds me at 263.0 down .5 from last week and 15.5 since February 19.  Girth is unchanged at 49″ and down 2.5″ overall.

In other news, I pulled an all-nighter and watched the entire 7th season of Showtime’s Dexter last night.  It’s a fascinating concept (the “hero” is a serial killer) and the writers have done an outstanding job of keeping the storyline fresh and the plots reasonably believable.  In fact, they’ve addressed one of my major concerns–why no one (including his sister) at the police department had grown suspicious of Dex over the course of several television seasons and multiple kills.  Anyway, good television.

I’ll be flying out to Las Vegas on Thursday morning for the New World Dart Series.  This is a professional event for North American players.  As hard experience in Augusta and Virginia Beach have taught me, I am definitely not ready for prime time.  I may be an above average pub darter in Itaewon, but I can’t hang with these guys on anything approaching a competitive basis.  So, why do I try?  Because I can!  And it is Vegas baby!