soapbox

So, my usual favorite Friday at 5 PM activity is no longer an option, courtesy of some weird scheduling shifts (probably brought on by their recent move to Sirius satellite radio feed in addition to their usual Internet signal) on the Radio Margaritaville.

See, I used to look forward to winding down late Friday afternoons with the solid hour show called “Feats at Five”, dedicated entirely to that great roaming jam band, Little Feat. (My favorite song of theirs is “Willin’”, without a doubt.)

Now, they’ve got “Feats at Five” on at 5 AM Saturday mornings, which is a wee tad early, even for me. I guess it just wasn’t popular enough with the Sirius folks to take up the prime 5-6 PM Friday time slot, so they’ve swapped it around for one of the trademark Jimmy Buffett shows. Don’t get me wrong: I love me some Jimmy Buffett, but he’s such a staple on his own Internet radio station that it was really nice to have the regularly-scheduled quirky variety right there in a prime spot, sandwiched between two all-or-mostly-all-Buffett programs.

Oh well, I reckon I’ll console myself this Friday by listening to the drinkin’ songs playlist on my iTunes…

I suppose this should have gone first if I’m really putting things in order…

Here’s the timeline.
4:15 leave house to get to Boston for flight.
8:00 BOS-SEA
sometime SEA-JNU
slightly later JNU-PSG
5:30 arrive in Petersburg

With the four hours of time changes that’s like 17 hours of traveling. Europe is only half as far away. (or a third)

Tim and I were talking about peeps the other day in tea. Not marshmallow peeps, but rather the entourage type.

Kirsten and I were trying to get upgraded into first class for the trip out to Alaska but it seems that first class on the Boston to Seattle flight was unusually full. We were 3rd and 4th on the list for two open seats.

It wasn’t until I got on the plane that I realized why we hadn’t gotten upgraded…

Me: “Isn’t that Matt Damon?”
Kirsten: “I wonder if he’d let me sit on his lap?”

Of course, it wasn’t only Matt. It was his girlfriend and her daughter and his two peeps. Axe the two peeps and I could have flown cross-country in style.

It was kind of interesting that once we got to Seattle no one noticed him. He walked to his next flight without a single person noticing him. Well, except for Kirsten who kept glancing over her shoulder.

That’s celebrity number 3 for me. I sat next to Jerry Springer waiting for a flight at LAX in 2000 and physically ran into Natalie Portman in Cambridge a few years ago. Now I can say that I was on the same plane with Matt Damon.