I am off to DC

I am off to DC for the weekend, where I will catch-up with CTK, the Cubs, and my homeslice.

Last night was a long night for me. After a series of focus groups I had to figure out a way to get all of my toiletry type items into a (1) 1 quart plastic bag. If you have ever seen me in person, you know that my can of Consort Hairspray and bottles of White Rain alone will take up the entire overheard compartment above my head. Who the hell buys these types of things in 3 oz. increments? Has the TSA never been to Costco? Wouldn't it just be easier if they would make zip lock baggies with wheels? I could roll my baggy up to the security line and they could see all of the smaller baggies inside. Think of it as a really low tech x-ray machine -- like the ones they probably have in 3rd world nations. I want to trademark this idea -- and the freezerbag version also.

And don't even get me started about medication! My ointments and salves each come in 12 oz. tubes with caulking gun like attachments -- what's the TSA going to do about this? I am not going to suffer through another outbreak because I couldn't get my Acyclovir to fit into that crappy little plastic bag. The best solution I could come to was to just inject the balms into the pockets of my clothing. That way they are always within reach.

One last thought about my travel to DC. While I am looking forward to getting away from it all, my attention has already turned to the return trip. With airlines charging stiff rates if you carry more than one bag with you and imposing hefty weight restrictions, how am I supposed to get my overpriced, dead, Washington prostitute home with me? Damn you, US AIR, you took all the fun out of flying and hurting the souvenir business at the same time.