Tomorrow should go like this: Wake up at 4am, run to computer to post part 2 of The Road to Montreal (wrote it last night) while swilling coffee. Quick, jump in shower, dress and call for a taxi. Argue about something with spouse. Get to airport by 4:45. Smoke a last cigarette and get in line at the counter. Board the 6:10am flight to Miami. (I bought tickets for the 8am flight, but that one has been cancelled, fuckers.) Take a taxi to the hotel in South Beach (my first visit). Frolic and explore with our friend Bob joining us from LA. Practice drinking.
Then on Sunday, we board the ship for a seven day tour of the Western Caribbean. I'm going to try to make a post from Cozumel on Tuesday from a place with internet access. (They want like ten dollars a minute to use internet on the ship.)
Other than that, you'll have to content yourself with imagining all the fun we're having while you're working. And fun, my friends, will be had.
Though you won't catch me at Senor Frogs.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm going to miss this daily shout out with the readers and me. The little connections made with friends and other people I've never met, but somehow feel close to anyway. There is love there.
Sorry, I get a little sappy at goodbye.
Fear not, I shall return next Sunday with stories and photos for all. Smooch!