It's been a while so here's a nice, juicy post to quench your Deep Thoughts thirst. First, a little gratuitous skin shot for all my loyal readers who have been wondering how awesome I look without a shirt on. This picture is the result of my travel buddies Tom and John thinking it would be funny to have a shirt on and a shirt off picture in the same photo album. It has gotten a few laughs.
So why you may ask was I standing in front of the Hollywood sign? Well my neverending quest to see all of the Top 10 trance/electronica DJs in the world took me to Los Angeles two weekends ago to see number 10: David Guetta. We were actually in LA for less than 48 hours. That's right, we flew out of New York Friday night and returned Sunday night. It was truly an extreme trip. We hit up Santa Monica, Venice Beach (no, I didn't get in a quick workout at Muscle Beach), the La Brea Tar Pits, Wahoo's Fish Tacos, In N' Out Burger, Sunset Tan, and most importantly, the Playboy Masion. Amazingly, they didn't let us in but we took plenty of provacative pictures in front of the gate at the end of the driveway.
As we were sitting on the airplane, my brother, who was also on an airplane at the same time on his way to Denmark, sent me a text message with two quality Deep Thoughts. The first dealt with how people can't find their seat on an airplane. I have to agree with him on this one. You have to figure that the average person has flown at least once in their lifetime. Further, if they didn't know how to find their seat on the outbound flight, then they surely learned and were able to tackle that task on the return flight. Therefore, anyone boarding an airplane is probably doing it, at a minimum, for the third time. Also, it's not like the seats aren't labeled. You don't have to count the rows and seats as you walk toward the back of the plane. It says right above the seat: 36D. As a total pervert, I would be very excited to be assigned this seat number but I digress.
The second had to do with the Bureau de Change, or for those of you who don't travel, the place where you exchange local money. When you exchange money you are always given a receipt. This way you can walk away trying to figure out how much money you lost because the US economy sucks and the Dollar isn't worth anything anymore. Anyway, his question was whether or not you could return the money instead of exchanging it back to US Dollars; therefore, losing even more. This is a very interesting question which I might try on my next trip. Did anyone notice that I started three consecutive words with "any" in that paragraph. Does that count as an aliteration?
Where is my next trip you may ask? There are a couple of possible destinations. I will be going to U.A.E., Oman, Qatar, and Bahrain in February for work. I can't wait to try the indoor snowbarding in Dubai. Other possibilities include Hondorus, Scandinavia, Germany, and Thailand. As usual, I will keep you abreast of my journeys with any Deep Thoughts that I come up with along the way. In the meantime, have a healthy and safe Holiday Season.
