So I’ve decided to take a little trip before I get super hardcore back into Job Hunting™ and I find myself in Los Angeles. It’s hot here. It was hot at night, my flight from San Francisco was delayed and it took a while to get to my hotel, but I’m here as of yesterday night.
While waiting for my delayed flight I also cracked a joke about finding a flight….
…that wasn’t delayed (get it? a flight?) at the wine bar at SFO and the bartender apparently liked this atrocious joke so much that he discounted my order. Score? Or maybe he felt sorry for me because my sense of humor is so horrible.
MY DAD JOKE WINE
Today I’ve been lounging around and had lunch, but I’m going to brave the city and find some adult beverages, possibly see some industrial music, and report back.