The other night I was out, when all of a sudden I got caught in a powerful smell. I wasn’t sure what the smell was at first, or from where it was coming.
I smelled something that almost smelled like the International Terminal at JFK. It stunk!
I wasn’t sure what it was. Was it hand lotion? Perfume? Cologne?

Before we get into today’s topic I wanted to share my weekend with all of you. I had an amazing time in NYC teaching a great group of men my new seminar format. It was one of my most favorite weekends that I have ever had with a group of guys. I feel like I [...]

I wrote this blog on an airplane, bored out of my mind.

I brought Rey with me to New York last week. I had always thought Rey’s last name was Laing, and he never bothered correcting me. I had tried to check us in online before we got to the airport, but my printer was out of paper. My good assistant Rey hadn’t noticed it, and as I don’t really pay attention to office details, I hadn’t noticed it either.

So we got to the airport and scanned Rey’s credit card to check him in, and the screen said: Hello, Mr. Reynold Liang-Liu. And I thought, oh shit, that’s not the name on the reservation I made!

During this holiday travel season you may see this and think.

What the hell is wrong with people?

People on an airplane act like total animals. They read a magazine and then throw it on the ground. They drink a bottle of water and then throw that on the ground too.

What do they think? The flight attendants are just maids in the sky? That they are going to just clean up after them entirely?

People act like total pigs when they get on airplane. They bring on the most disgusting food, like McDonalds. McDonalds is the WORST thing in the world you could bring into an enclosed space. They never think about other people.

I’m sitting on an airplane right now to New York City in coach, which is a whole other treat in itself. I hate flying coach. Whenever I fly I always try to upgrade with all of the certificates I have.

Not to sound like a total snob, but I have to tell you something – once you fly business class, it’s really hard to go back to coach.

Remember that first bite of a McDonald’s hamburger and how good it tasted? And then the first time you went to Morton’s Steakhouse and had a really good piece of meat? It’s just hard to go back to McDonald’s after that.