livin the WaHo life.

So I didn't get in until 5AM this morning.

Basically, after delaying my flight from Phoenix to Atlanta by 3 hours, Delta dumped my ass in Atlanta by canceling the Atlanta-Greenville flight altogether, which resulted in me calling dear sweet Paul Lee at 11:30 at night, asking him what's the fastest he's ever driven to Atlanta. Answer: 2.5 hours. Each way. Quality.

So we had good times. We also had a conversation that went like this.

Bethe: Hey. I have something to show you later. I bet you don't know what it is.

Paul: Is it a tattoo?

Bethe: (grumble grumble overreact that you spoiled my surprise) Well you still can't know what it is.

Paul: Can I guess?

Bethe: Yes.

Paul: Is it birds?

Bethe: (MORE OVERREACTING and being upset!) FINE. But you can't know WHERE it is!

Paul: (thinks for some seconds) If I had to guess, I'd say your back?

So basically Paul went 3/3 on guessing all the cool shit I had to share. Lame. We also stopped for gas on the way back, and I would like the world to know that I paid $2.49 a gallon, MOTHAFUCKAAA. Because everything is cheaper in the south.

Speaking of the south, I went to WaHo today with Nina this afternoon and it was the first thing I've eaten since I got back, only then I realized it was also the last thing I ate in Greenville before I left, and then I felt like a fatass, but also someone who knows about priorities.

I told Ben-jammin' about the hostage situation and read him Darcy's post. He's now convinced that the two of you will become friends when you come to Greenville. Ben has also informed me that, while not desirable, marrying Anthony is a more morally acceptable way to pay for college than surrogate motherhood. Not really sure how he came up with this scale, but apparently it exists.

Your playlists were all awesome. I listened to all of them. Gladys, I LOLed like 5 times during yours.

And I'm glad to hear that the hostage situation/threat has been successfully neutralized.

Stay thug.