In case you’re curious, Jonno and I are still in Atlanta. We’ve gotten word from The Nurse the the house made it through just fine, as did the interwebz. No cable as of the last time he wrote, but whatevs. Tila Tequila will just have to wait.*
If all goes according to plan, we’ll head back tomorrow. We’ve had a surprisingly pleasant time here, and I don’t think we’ve depleted ourselves financially, but it’ll be nice to sleep in our own bed. And having a yard for the dogs to romp around will definitely be good. Plus the routine of friends and work and rehearsal and whatnot…. You know, if it weren’t for our gut-wrenching departure, the dreadful waiting, the watching of cable news all day Monday, and the trolling of New Orleans-based websites to figure out when it’s safe to return, this would feel almost like we’re getting ready to come home from a vacation.
* Just kidding about Mlle. Tequila. I’m sure she’s got a beautiful soul hidden somewhere in that tiny frame, and I can’t really blame her for the fact that she’s cute, bisexual, and willing to ride the MTV pony all the way to the top of the money heap. But if I should ever find myself in the same room with her, I’ll set her on fire.
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