Borklog: One entry

18 January 2002

The flight itself was uneventful except when the man sitting next to me yanked off his prosthetic leg, waved it in the air and announced "Who needs legroom!"

"Lord of the Dance," at least the first 15 minutes, was absurd. I burst out laughing when a team of brawny, tap-dancing men in purple camouflage fatigues started flexing their muscles at one another, and I received dirty looks from nearby audience members who apparently did not share in my amusement.