Y'all just missed the show. Nothing says happy birthday like a full on booby honking ass grabbing crotch fondling "pat down" by a TSA agent of undetermined gender. Apparently there is a security threat caused by the stylish buckles on the legs of my pants. The same pants I wore through Houston C terminal and also ATL without so much as a beep. Don't y'all all feel so much safer now? No fat white 41 year old contract chicks with jihad on their minds will be getting through Houston today, by golly.
Fuck.