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I Can Smell the Waffle House

So I'm in Charlotte.  Well really I'm in the airport.  I have an hour layover en route to Nashville.  After 4 years and the threat that I would never again be invited,  I've ventured south of the Mason-Dixon to visit AN.  I haven't blogged in a while cause I'm busy and important or lazy and hungover...comme tu veux.   But today in a burst of blogging energy and because Charlotte's airport has free wireless (what what!?!) I've recommitted.

I'm already noticing the normal cultural shocks and curiosities I experience when traveling down south.  This is not a case of ny elitism because its just different.  For example, the rate at which people smile is negatively proportional to the rate a which they walk and Starbucks isn't legally bound to show calorie content.

Anyway I'm gonna be in Tennessee for a week. Because its cheaper to travel on tuesday.  But four of the days will be spent camping.  A fact AN conveniently forgot to mention.  We're going to Bonaroo.  For those of you who I speak to more frequently wondering why I didn't mention this.  The answer is...I meant to.  Actually.  I got home at 9:00 last night and went into my mom's room and said, "hey mom, forgot to tell you I'm going to TN for a week"  to which she relied "OK sweetie".   A half hour later she arrived in my room and said "Wait, what?"

Anyway Bonaroo seems like it'll be awesome.  I plan on woodstocking the shizit our of izit.  except without the drugs, sex, or love children.  Anyway, I better go check my gate cause missing my flight...well that means I'd be posting a lot more detailing the people in the waiting area and I feel like that might lose me readers.  Anyway BIII YALLLL

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