Flying to Ann Arbor today for my a cappella thingamabob. I carried almost no metal, and I wore tennis shoes. The footsie fetishists at security “suggested” that I remove said shoes. I said “do I have to?” They said “you’ll be subject to the special screening.” I said that was fine. It turns out that if you refuse to give them foot action in the line, hopping around for their amusement, then they have to kneel down and wipe your shoes with a little moist-nap / bomb detector. I much prefer the latter. From now on, it’s “refuse, resist” for me.
Don’t bow to authority.
Today: Concert.
Tomorrow: Breakfast / Lunch, someplace fun, with LJ people. Places I wouldn’t mind eating:
* Cafe Zola
* Angelos
* Good Time Charlies
* The Brown Jug
* Flam
* Other
Sunday: Visit the _earthshine_ fam, as well as non-LJ friends.
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