Soooooooooooo here's the scoop-
1- I apologize for being gone so long. I don't know how many people ACTUALLY read this, but I like to think it's somewhere in the 10 or 12 million range, so I feel bad when I don't acknowledge the fact that I haven't posted in, say, two weeks. I apologize to all of my many fans for letting you down.
2- I'm going to Miami tomorrow! I'm performing in an industrial for Children's Resources, a charity group that benefit... children. I don't know how exactly, but it's a charity, and it's for kids, so it has to be good, right? If you see on the news that an American Pedophile Convention was busted in Miami, FL over the weekend, be forewarned I did NOT see it coming... ok, maybe a little.
Anyway, I'm spending the weekend near South Beach, and then I go right into Spring Break... unfortunately, just as that starts, I'll be returning to good ol' NJ. Whatever, I'll take three days in Miami.
The real issue I'm having, however, is flying. Say what you will- call me names, taunt me, call me a sissy, I've heard it before. The point is, I've never been on an airplane, and I'm petrified. I've been listening to "Ironic" by Alanis Morrisette all day, and I just keep rewinding to the part about the guy who wait and waits and waits and waits to get on an airplane and then when he finally does, it crash lands into a fiery, hellish inferno.
Ok, so her version is a bit more subdued, but can we DISCUSS her serious downplay of this situation? An airplane virgin explodes in a fiery gust, and she thinks it's ironic. No, Alanis, it is terribly unfortunate and horrifying... ironic is not the first word I think of. I think that man is now a traveling spirit on a desert island, and he is represented by a spirit resembling a smoke monster that judges the island's inhabitants... just a thought.
Anyway, I'm hopping on American Airlines tomorrow afternoon, and I will be in Florida by dinner time. While I'm very excited, I'm nervous to fly, as well as a little anxious about how I'm packing my bags. I know I have travel sized lotions and potions, so that's gonna be a hassle, as well as all my diabetes supplies. I just have this terrible vision of getting stopped at check-in, having my bag searched, watching them look through my bag of needles and vials, and the next thing I know I'm in a room with a man with big hands, a rubber glove, and a bottle of lube, and he is NOT doing an oil change. I'm just saying.
So those are my fears as of now- I'll be sure to tell you how things go when I get back. And I promise not to go so long without writing this time!