Super Tuesday has come and gone, and now it’s Letdown Wednesday. Not that Kerry’s a letdown, mind you – it’s just that you really only get one Super Tuesday every four years, and I’m a little sad that it’s over.
I flew into Georgia at some ungodly hour yesterday, which somehow only took three hours from Vegas. We must have hit a wormhole over Texas or something…I’m still not sure how it happened. It also marked my third flight in a row where the guy behind me brought a dog in a duffel bag – again, I don’t know if this was maybe on an episode of Queer Eye or if this is one of the perks of being a federal air marshall or what, but I do know that if I want to get swarmed by cooing flight attendants next time I fly, I will for sure be packing a shar-pei.
Anyways, the show last night was a blast, and now I’m hanging around Macon waiting for my friend Matt to come fetch me for the rest of our southern dates. My goal is to gain 35 pounds before he gets here, but I think I’m developing lockjaw from the sweet tea. We’re also working on a photojournal of Misha’s culinary adventures, which should be online shortly. Misha is represented in effigy but seems to be enjoying himself.