Well, I’m finally here in Miami, having checked into my suite for approximately 5 hours of sleep before I inflict myself on the hair and makeup person at the studio at 6 a.m., 3 a.m. my time. It’s a nice suite; I wish I were staying longer. Here’s my living room:
And my kitchen. Hi, kitchen! Smoke if you got ‘em; I won’t be needing you tonight.
And this is my bedroom. Nice, huh? I can sleep sideways, diagonally, or just make sheet-angels all night long and never bother anyone. Or have anyone bother me. Anyone small, I mean; Guy’s welcome to bother me anytime. But here’s not here—he’s waiting to board a flight from Shanghai to San Francisco. As he put it, it’d be easier to fly around the world in the other direction to say hi. He’ll get home 12 hours before me, just in time for his jet lag to kick in, and for his kids to be really wound up on a Friday night.
Is this wrong? I have a lot to do to get ready. All my clothes got smushed in the bag and I have to memorize bullet points for each of 20 cities. I ran down to the Suite Shop and grabbed water for tonight, juice for the morning, and a Diet Coke because I can’t do anything without a Diet Coke within reach. It’s how I roll. Hey! Give me credit for bypassing the nicely priced bottles of wine, okay? All three drinks cost $5.50, which is less than a single drink at the airport, and $15 for a nice bottle of Sauvignon Blanc was hard to pass up. Too bad I’m carrying on. That same bottle was $72 at the hotel in Atlanta.
And with that, I bid you goodnight. I left this one fuzzy because that is exactly how I feel. See y’all in the morning! Over and over for five minutes at a time!
P.S. Josh, I’m sorry I did n’t get my physicalfix in tonight…I thought that hour would be better spent getting some sleep. SOME of us don’t get up for 2:30 a.m. runs. Don’t forget your head lamp.