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October 19, 2007
Rolling in My Six-Fo'
I spent several days in Fort Lauderdale this week on Big Idea business. While the actual business part of it went extremely well (they've invited me back next week), I can sum up the rest of the trip thusly:
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be channeling Vanilla Ice, but there it is. But wait, let's explore just what "out getting mine" means in this context.
Any guesses?
If you said "missing your first flight, sitting in the airport an extra 5 hours, staying in a scary hotel room right out of The Shining, spending $250+ in taxi fares over 48 hours, getting locked out of your hotel room, having your computer completely melt down, getting food poisoning and spending 6 hours puking up everything you've eaten in the last six months, and finishing up the trip by sitting on the tarmac at Dulles for 90 minutes and as a result having to drive home in the middle of rush hour traffic" you would be right. And perhaps psychic.
Yes, dear readers, it was by far the worst trip I've ever taken. Which means that next week when I make my return trip, I'm going to have to live it up to compensate. Anyone want to join me? I promise to keep the vomit to a minimum.
