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Travel notes from today:

• I got picked up by the airport shuttle this morning.  I don’t know if I was more impressed or scared by the driver handling 2 cell phones at the same time as driving and manipulating the GPS.
• I had a really solid breakfast this morning at the B Gate concourse at Dulles, at Max & Erma’s.  Not (too) overpriced, I got 2 eggs properly over-medium, pimp but done bacon, and well-seasoned home fries.  I was pleasantly surprised.
• On the JetBlue preview advertisement channel, there was a piece on Rihanna’s new album, Rated R.  This was also a retrospective on all of Rihanna’s songs since she broke onto the scene in 2005.  My adoration of her has been heightened greatly.
• Flipping channels during the flight, I came across Snoop Dogg on Martha Stewart.  This broke my mind.  They were baking brownies together.  I turned to the guy sitting across the aisle from me, and he also looked terribly confused.  We both needed the other to confirm that our double-take was justified and that we weren’t hallucinating. Snippets from the segment:
  • Snoop was wearing a black velvet/suede suit, with a long coat jacket.  He was also wearing sunglasses indoors, which may have been silver rimmed.
  • Martha asked about Snoop’s 3 kids and upcoming vacation to Hawaii.  Snoop responded, “The kids will come to Hawaii once my wife and I are tired.“  The whole audience laughed.
  • Martha had green crystal sugar to put on the brownies before baking.  Snoop non sequitured, “I got some green I want to sprinkle here.“
  • As Snoop was describing the room in his house which is his “Man Cave”, Martha replied, “I have a ‘Woman Cave’.“
  • Martha says in passing, “Then we bake these at 350°.“  Snoop slyly asks, “Why not 420°?“  Martha simply replies without any notice of the innuendo, “Baking is an exact art.“
  • Snoop ate his brownie, but only nibbled at the edges, and SMACKED HIS LIPS REALLY LOUDLY THE WHOLE TIME.  The entire bit was incredibly surreal.
• My mother just made me try some homemade applesauce which she has in mason jars and is giving as gifts for Christmas this year.   I have a small taste, and it is quite good, and I tell her so.  It is made with 4 different apples apparently.  Then, she jumps up, puts me in a HEADLOCK, and forces me to eat a heaping spoonful of applesauce as if I were 3-years old.  Ah yes, I am home.

I am still trying to put my head together about what to write about working as a lawyer so far.  For the moment, I’ll just try not to go insane.

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