Texas, Texas

Mark you dont get to bitch about canceled and delayed flights until Brad and I do. Maybe I already have, but who's going to read through all those obnoxious blog posts?

Heres how my trip to Chicago went:

Friday. I drove to Chicago
Saturday. I had lunch with Nathan and Josh. I went to a wedding.
Sunday. I drove back to Atlanta

Then on Monday I flew to Lubbock Texas. Which gets me started on Texas. But first, I should mention that I dont think I've ever had anything more than a superficial conversation with Matt Flagg since I've known him. Then I spent 24 hours in a car with him. Matt is cool.

But Texas. Forget 'dont mess with texas' (Yes, I saw the signs Mark) how about: 'Texas; What the hell is wrong with this place?"

I drove from Lubbock to Plainview (to visit a prison) I drove up I-27. On either side of I-27, there is something you might call an access or service road. EXCEPT ITS TWO WAYS. Imagine my surprise when I got off the highway to find an oncoming 18 wheeler... uh.. oncoming. It was surprising. There was something else about Texas. Oh yeah. up north of Lubbock, no one speeds. it was weird. I figure its because nobody wants to go nowhere faster, but every car was going the speed limit. I think someone honked at me when I passed going 75. (in a 70)

I left my apartment at about 7 on Labor day, and I have spent less than 3 days there since. That includes weekends. I've been told that I have to spend next week in Atlanta, so thats what I'm doing. Except for Monday, because I'm going somewhere this weekend, but not for work.

Heres something for the ATL peeps to think about: One week, while I'm in Atlanta all week, maybe especially if Brads in town, I'd like to try and do a week of Trivia. Just go to 5-7 trivia nights at different places. Crazy, I know, but I think Texas is getting to me.

There are very few hotel rooms in Dallas these days. I think its weather related.