So it's Saturday and I'm sitting in the American Airlines International Terminal at JFK- scrounging for a power outlet so the computer doesn't crash. It's ghetto at best. After getting up at the crack of hell to get to the airport, I slept most of the way to New York...after working at least an hour- on some ideas for my boss. Vacation...wha?
No such luck. I'm tied to the damn crackberry and computer- to make sure work continues while I'm gone.
Not all eyes weep for me. At least I'll be in Paris.
But first Prague.
Gary and Barry and Mic are already there...and have hopefully scouted the places to go- the places to play. I am ready for that. It's been a dry white season.
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