On Sunday April 3, 2011 at some point I am going to get on a plane. They are going to let me sit in the 1st Class section from here to Charlotte and then from Charlotte to Florida. And when I'm done with Florida they're going to put me in 1st Class again from there to Charlotte, and then one more time from Charlotte back home to Chicago (the best city on earth). And in all four of those segments I fully intend to be lit before we even take off, staff willing.
As is the usual case with 1st Class, it has nothing to do with me paying the premium to be able to do that. Instead, it has everything to do with MrsRW's miles, which she works on all year long so that her slug of a husband can travel 1st Class with her when we go on vacation - which is what I am about to do as of April 3, 2011. In case I haven't mentioned that. By the way.
Also this is a picture of Mick Jones when he was with The Clash. More on that later.
When I come back from my vacation - which I am in desperate need of after quitting my last job in February that hadn't paid me a paycheck since Christmas Eve that has since sent 1 of four I'm still waiting for, lobbied with Catholic church ladies to get a job in a print shop that prints stuff for Catholic churches, started working three 13 hour days a week at overnight hours, started a fiction magazine with Dave Simmer, continue to add 2-3,000 words on yet another novel, while I patiently wait for my agent to find a home for the last mess I wrote, working all winter so far on my high school's 40th reunion and oh wait I have a meeting of those folks before I get on that plane - I'm going to get me a new suit.
It's going to be this one because I never get a suit without a vest and that's the color to which I will add a lime green tie and pocket handkerchief because that's how I roll and I have no problem with dressing up when it's called for and can pull it off oh you just wait and see.
Then I'm going to do some painting around the house because during that high school reunion (did I mention it's the class of 1971's 40th?) I'm hosting a reception here at the house for a teacher that I have probably 7 alums and their spouses dying to attend the Friday before the reunion dinner.
Here's a great performance by Big Audio Dynamite...
Which includes Mick Jones who used to be with the Clash and who now looks like this...
A fate which is coming for you too, wiseass. Wait and see.
Anyway the point is I probably won't be around much for the next week. I am toying with the idea, seriously, of leaving my MacBook at home and never going online until I get back, hoping my vacation sounds like this.... (I've posted her stuff before, click play, close your eyes and shut up)
...which is sung in Portuguese I think, but which happens to be (in My O) the sexiest language on the planet regardless. I mean of course Portuguese. Be quiet I'm brooking no argument no matter how many times I had to write that...
Not that we're going anywhere where Portuguese is being spoken (I can only wish), but the sound is what our vacation is about to be like, is the point.
You really want to come with.
But you can't.
see you when I get back. If I can remember my name....