I. Am. Alive. Dammit.

For the past several days, I've been holed up in a hotel in Nashville with hundreds of friends, clients and fellow lovers of radio and Country music. Country Radio Seminar 2006 is in the history books, and although attendance levels were down a little, it seems blood alcohol levels remained at their always-lofty perch!

I've written nothing on my blog for days. Not for lack of desire, but the Renaissance hotel (in all it's 1980's-level-technology glory) doesn't have wireless internet access. And, the WIRED internet service (at approximately $11 per day) did not work. As a consequence, you'll see none of those pictures of me with the country stars... that quiet moment over brandy with Martina McBride... the hotel room poker game with Tim McGraw... the experimental plane ride with Hecky Farnsworth... (what, you haven't heard of Hecky?) Those photos are no longer timely, so I just wouldn't feel right about posting them now. Damn you, Renaissance!

I also feel the need to point out that neither Tennessee, nor Kentucky, are properly prepared for snow removal. I drove back in a small snow storm today, and the roads were attrocious. It took an extra 1.75 hours to get home, and you'd better believe I will be billing that time to those two states, who are to snow removal what White Castle is to the art of salad making.

My liver is in surprisingly good condition. I didn't drink much this year... with the possible exception of Thursday night, when I consumed Lagavulin with reckless abandon, forcing me to later eat food from a greasy little diner called the Hermitage Cafe. Now that's some good eatin', beeotches.

So anyway, I'm finally home. I know at least two friends who are happy about that.