http://youtu.be/B5jtkbYRLBE
No rehab… just one pissed off Billie Joe Armstrong about having only one minute left…
Just one fucking minute.
I’m sitting in the airport now, blogging my from iPad, heading to Las Vegas for the CES 2012 trade show.
I used to go to trade shows for years. Sometimes I drove, sometimes I flew. For the times I flew before September 11, 2001, flying was an awesome thing. You walked through a metal detector, your bags were checked and you got on the plane in a reasonable amount of time.
Today, it’s a series of undressing yourself based on the reactive rules setup by the TSA. I get nervous each and every time I have to take out my laptop and place it into a separate plastic bin, keeping my eye on it each step of the way until I have it back in my hands and placed back into my backpack. I ensure that I have only my ID with me, leaving my wallet in my carry on luggage until I am out of security.
I treasure my years of positive flying memories each time I approach the TSA security area. It’s the one thing that can calm my nerves, event if it’s a small fraction of how I would love to feel.
I made it through today as I am sitting here with my shoes on, my laptop intact and my nerves much more stable than they were 45 mins ago. Of course, I also have to give proper credit to the gin & tonic I just sucked down.
Vegas, here I come!