Saturday, February 18, 2006

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.

9 comments:

Weary Hag said...

Well hell, not that I realized you had been away, but I missed you terribly!
How's that for a soul-mate connection?

Your two friends here may have had parties of their own while you were gone, you know. They do that. They have friends over then scurry all about trying to clean up nicely before papa gets home. They look a little sneaky to me.

Glad you're back, Dave.

Spinning Girl said...

White Castle! Hah. I hope you gave Keith Urban my phone number; did you know you were supposed to do that?

oh, and PLEASE call Hosni; he has left like 14 messages on my answering macine, wondering why you are not picking up.

Welcome home. Now go read all the stuff I wrote in your absence. I came so unblocked,I might need to put diapers on my keyboard.

I don't know what that means.

p.s. I think I heart Regis.

Amandarama said...

Glad you had a good time. Bummer about the snow storm. Yay for scotch!

Is it my imagination or is your cat almost as big as your dog (at least in that picture)?

... said...

I was wondering where you went. Thought perhaps you reached 500 posts and just felt you didn't have anything else to say to the world...haha.

Glad to hear you didn't get liver damage on your trip.

Me! said...

YEAH!!! You're back!

The last time I talked to my Nashville friend he was complaining that there hadn't been any snow this season at all. I guess I'll have to call him and see if he got to go sled riding with his son afterall.

Anonymous said...

Dave... Isn't there a certain picture you would like to share with the rest of the class?

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Martina McBride? Tim McGraw? I think I just wet myself.

CP said...

Excuse me. I think I said, very clearly, in my last post that I was going through Dave withdrawals. Ergo, while I am not as cute as the dogs, I still qualified as one of the ones who MISSED you, *sniffle sob*

I get no love.

CP.

Anonymous said...

Holy shit I thought your 500th post might have taken the wor dout of you. But here you are! Word!