I was given the opportunity to check out the Blue Man Group last night and got absolutely GREAT seats. It was the first time I had seen them in person and frankly all I knew before the show was that they liked Pentium Processors.

There was plenty of rock music, but I was impressed with the amount of show that they offered. Crowd participation, dry humor, and a regular band with 3 full drum sets beating in your ears...truly a spectacle. I'm not necessarily a fan and I wouldn't have gone had my wife not been interested, but I'm glad I went. I would recommend their show to anyone that has the opportunity.

Enjoy the craptastic pics from my cell phone below.

My recent trip to New York City has taught me many things, most importantly, never count on the airline industry. Don't count on the plane arriving on time, don't expect there to be peanuts, surely don't look forward to an attractive stewardess, and lastly, don't count on having a working restroom.

My flight was supposed to leave Laguardia Airport at 3:00pm, so like a good traveler I arrived at the airport as suggested, 1 hour in advance. At 3:00 an announcement was made that my plane was in it's landing phase and that we would begin loading shortly. The robotic gate attendant suggested that another announcement would be made when the plane was on the ground.

At 3:30 my plane had not touched down on the tarmac and I was accompanied by about 20 other passengers when I uttered 'shit' under my breath. What makes matters worse is that at this point, I needed to use the restroom. Plagued by the fear that I would miss my flight, I held, with the intentions to use the bathrooms on the plane. The robot attendant continued to make announcements every 15-20 mins declaring that our plane was in the process of landing. Mind you, never was a delay time given.

No set delay time and apparently an endless landing pattern made my bladder hurt. Due to my noobness at flying, I still not dare leave the gate area for fear of missing my flight. 2 1/2 hours after scheduled boarding time, my plane had finally arrived!

6:30pm, I'm on my way back to Louisville KY, with visions of stainless pee catchers dancing in my head. But what did I hear, much to my surprise, the toilet was out of order and I'd have to hold for another 2 hours. Now, I do not have a UTI yet, but if I do, I'm sending the bill to US Airways.

P.S. For the record, I made it to the toilet in Louisville without any spillage. However, it was a photo finish making for an exciting dash through the gates.