Wow. I always forget what this airport is like. It reminds me of the pictures of Barnum & Bailey's Circus that were posted the other day.

But instead of lions and tigers, I've got monks and screaming babies.

There is, what appears to be, a tibetan monk, in his orange robes, meandering about with his small carry-on case. This I found amusing.

The not so amusing one is the screaming baby. I have heard a lot of kids cry, but this one is probably a top ten. The kid's mom is pushing the stroller around the concourse in large figure eights, with the kid screaming it's lungs out. Every once in a while, the mom hears someone in the surrounding crowd make a snide comment, and she starts screaming at them.. Now I know where the kid gets it.

So I am on my way back to Austin, to then board a bus full of drunken idiots (my kind of idiots) going back to Dallas for the big game. Why would I go through this craziness you ask?


For the busride full of drunken idiots of course!

- Phil

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