I am lucky. LUCKY! I don't know how that happened, but I am off to travel, and he won't tell me other than I need a passport, which is possibly the coolest thing ever. I need to pack, finish expediting the passport, which means they need to hurry the fuck up. We have a plane to catch. For real. How is this real, says the guy who was just stuck in New York and Middle Earth, which was pretty cool.
Seriously, I'm renouncing my solo club days. I'm keeping my guitars, like always, but no need to get ripped every night. I mean, a little peyote is sweet. Combine it with a bottle of something, and we have a party.
I do need a passport, and a camera, and did anyone know digging for things is really cool?
I'm done babbling now. Did everyone survive the whole door switch thing?