On a flight headed back to St. Louis for another pitch. With a 90 minute delay heading out from LaGuardia, I kind of wish I was home instead of 10,000 feet up in the sky. Missing my two loves so much, but I'll be on my way back tomorrow night again. If I can squeeze it in, I'll try to surprise them with some Pappy's BBQ, if I can squeeze in a quick pit stop on my way to the airport tomorrow. Full rack of ribs coming right up—long distance delivery!
Typically stressful going through security—I just hate it. Slightly sweaty and rushed trying to pull of your coat and boots, get the lap top out of the bag, followed by a quick run through in my head of the contents of my notoriously disorganized bag; just hoping that I don't have anything in there that will be confiscated. [Don't worry—noting illegal.] Last trio to DC I took the train down, and proceeded to forget that I had full sized beauty products in my carry-on on my flight home. $100 down the drain—literally.
Anyway, final rehearsal tonight in the bar at Four Seasons. At least we are staying in style! I swear the restaurant at the hotel has the best roasted chicken I have ever tasted. Maybe paired with a glass of Pinot Gris, I'll sleep like a baby tonight. This time I have made a full commitment to take a bubble bath in their amazing bath tub. It's so big it takes half an hour to fill it up—but it will be well worth it.
Will try to gig eye guys a quick update again a little later if time permits. If not, good night, kids.