For the second time in less than a week, I find myself in a Presidential Club at an airport. Last week it was Chicago — I was en route to Houston. This time it is in Houston — I am en route to New York (more on that in a bit). Last week I couldn’t find an electrical outlet at the airport and delays made for zoo-like conditions in the terminals. At wit’s end, I bought a day pass to Heaven — the President’s Club. It was worth every penny. I had outlets, snacks, booze, other drinks, bathrooms, computers and…zen. Fast-forward six days, I am in Houston. No outlets, seats or zen at the terminal. That + a 3 hour delay really pushed me over my limit. So, I caved. Plan B was initiated and I acted quickly. $450.00 later…I purchased a membership to the Club. You may think I am lazy, irresponsible and intolerant, and that may be fair…some of the time. However, I am justifying this purchase based on my travel schedule and general intolerance of people changing their babies at the terminal, walking over discarded food, the smell of fried food and smoke, and my need to constantly charge my laptop and Blackberry. High-maintenance? Maybe. Feeling Zen in the Club? Oh yeah, baby!