I'm home from the "So You Think You Can Dance" tour.
OK, I'm an asshole. I finally got around to posting a few blog entries that had been just sitting on my computer. So sue me - I haven't really felt like blogging in a while. Don't know why.
Monday past was the last show of the tour. Gonna miss some of those fine folks I met out on this one. Some. Others, not so much.
We had another end of tour party at the hotel after the show. Problem was, it started at 1:30am and I had a loooong day in front of me the next morning.
I guess I never mentioned the official end of tour party we had in Miami this past Saturday night. It was OK. Not great, just OK…
I didn't fly home; I rented a car and drove home over the course of two days from Tampa, FL. I had rented a Cadillac CTS, but because they had a vehicle they needed to get closer to NY, they gave me a free upgrade to a Lincoln mkX, which is a size down from the Navigator, but very well-appointed. It's a sweet ride, for sure, but I can't wait to get in my Toyota and drive around.
Yesterday, I only drove as far as Columbia, SC. Got up this morning and visited my father's grave. I'd like to get there every September to chat with Pop and drink a beer with him, but some years, I just can't pull it off.
We chatted for a while, enjoyed a beer together (at 9:15 in the morning, no less), and then I headed home to Raleigh.
Now that I'm here, I have no idea how I'm gonna spend the next few months. I have a few things I want to get done to the house, and I guess there will be a few movies to see, and some friends to hang out with, and some dining out, and some bars to hit, and well, you get the idea. I don't have any plans until at least February. So, if you wanna do something, hollah…