Peaches, pecans & cotton. Summertime in South Georgia.
Leaving our hotel this morning Lee walked behind the girls & I pushing the luggage cart said he feels like Beyonces roadie.. Pobrecito
Guess what I’m doing this morning? Packing suitcases. We are on the move: Florida bound.
Dropped my laptop off at the repair shop & heres how the convo went:
Dude: what happened to it?
Mee: I split coffee on it in the Mexican jungle a few months ago.
Dude: what were you doing in the jungle
Dude: what do you write?
Mee: Gay Porn.
Dude: (he reached for a wet wipe before picking up my computer) Cool.
I need to make some friends here, ’cause I’m bouncing my humor off on strangers is risky business.
Heres what I learned from the lady sitting next to me on the plane today: when flying from Anchorage Alaska to Paducah,Kentucky don’t pack a TUNA FISH sandwich. Thats a 22 hour flight w/layover and by the time the tuna fish packer was flying over Arkansas that sandwich was HUMMING & Shawtys tummy was churning from the stench. #notairplanefoodlady
3:30am & I’m headed to the airport. What an AMAZING 72hrs in LA. It’s just what I needed. Time w my friends, a fantastic hotel where I slipped into a world of my own & one of the best creative work meetings I’ve ever experienced. I’m flying hi on the UNKNOWN.
Blessed for such a busy day meetings at 9am, 11:30, 3pm & 5 I’ll cover LA by the end if the day & squeeze some hang time w friends.. Bring it!