Arziona Spring Break

What's with me and ass ends? Even since I saw Tremors as a kid, I've been referring to the back of something as such, just like Valentine (Kevin Bacon) does when they unearth the Graboid, "I think I've found the ass end!" I sat at the ass end of the plane back to Chicago, and I had absolutely no problem with doing that.

My Dad and I were only 2 of 4 people riding back to the Terminal from the rental car center, but that didn't stop me from sitting in the ass end of the shuttle bus. Most people would sit up near the driver and call shotgun, for that is where the action is. Think about it - if the driver were to suddenly die en route, then the person riding shotgun would be forced to take hold of the wheel and command this vessel. So sitting shotgun is an honor. But I'm not most people, I like to sit in the ass end as far away from everyone else so that I can cause mischief and be left to myself. People in the ass end of the bus are usually left alone, for the people in the front know not to mess with the ass-endies.

I shouldn't have been saying unkind words about Guinness in the previous paragraph, for fear that some Leprechauns would come and kick me in the shins. I really do like it, I'm just not a fan of darker beers. However, I do really like it in when it's in Irish Car Bombs, which give Jager Bombs a run for their money as best shot.

We sat down in a bar/eatery at the airport, and thankfully they wireless internet. That allowed me to follow the Brewers/Giants game on MLB Gameday while eating fries and drinking a Guinness. It's not my favorite beer, but it was the only Irish one they had, so I for just one day only, I enjoyed the shit out of it.

I faked this picture on the left. No, not mediocre Photoshop like Conneru, Reck and Escar, this was a different kind of fakery. I was faking being happy. First off, I was in Chicago, which is the epicenter of all that sucks. And secondly, I was home from my vacation and would have to go to work tomorrow. But I faked it for you, because you don't come to pookon.com to see sad faces, cause nobody wants none of that shit. But you do come here to see serious Icee faces, which is exactly why I give to you that face in the picture on the right. Mmm... Iceees.

We had to have the car back by noon (less we incur an additional fee) so we brought it back at he designated time. Since we had like 4 hours until our flight, I stood outside for a bit and gathered every last little bit of sun that I could, knowing that it wouldn't be summer in Wisconsin until sometime in late June. I'm guessing June 24th.