Phoenix

I’m sitting in the Phoenix airport waiting for my flight back to Houston.  The trip down was uneventful if a little stressful.  TFA allows me to fly on his benefits so I get to fly for dirt cheap however, I fly stand by.  The other downer is I have to fly thru the airline’s hub.  This meant flying from SFO to HOU and back to PHX.  Considering how much it saved me in cash, I didn’t mind at all. ^[1]And yes, I plan on showing him my gratitude in person

Flying standby is a tad nerve racking as you are never quite sure till the last minute if you are going to make a full flight.  Both my flights coming in were full.  The SFO to HOU flight, I made it only because the desk clerk was family ^[2]read gay and liked my look. (If you got it, work it.)  He boosted another passenger to first class which freed up a coach seat for moi.  Very nice of him. Two of the flight attendants were men. ^[3]read gay, again  The Latin one practically fell over himself flirting with me.  I was sure to text TFA afterwards and ask him what was up with all the slutty flight attendants. hehehe  

The 2nd flight was overbooked but a connecting flight was late so I once again lucked out.  I even got a seat w/extra leg room.  All of the flight crew were women so nothing to report.

My buddy Frank had hurt his back so we couldn’t do a lot but he was feeling better and we still managed to have a good time.  Apparently, Phoenix was overcast this past weekend so the temps only got into the frigidly low 100’s.

I did get a chance to meet fellow blogger and twitter buddy, Brent.  I’m not sure why he is so reserved or shy.  He warmed up to us quickly and was very engaging.  That said, Frank and I had to practically threaten him with bodily harm to get him to go out with us.  It was his birthday weekend (be sure to hop over and wish him a happy belated) and we were determined NOT to let him sit home and hide out.  Finally, he relented and we ended up at Charlie’s (Country Western bar).  Frank ran into one of his friends who was this short, buff, and hairy hottie, aka Steve.  Steve gives new meaning to the term WOOF! 

I managed to make a new ‘friend’ of my own  hehehe  Actually, he started it, I just finished it.  I’m not really sure why everyone seemed so surprised when we started kissing.  I mean, I did wait 15 minutes into the conversation to mug out.  That has to be a record or something. 

I could write more but it will have to wait.  My flight is here and there are 3 hairy hotties getting on board.  Since I’m standby, I get to board last.  I am determined to get a seat next to one of them.