MAY 12: Lightning Fast Trip to NY

there's nothing worse than cracking open a fortune cookie and being preached to. no, i'm wrong there is. cracking open a fortune cookie, being preached to and then eating the fortune cookie and then wondering "why did i eat that fortune cookie" while feeling kicked in the gonads from the lecture.

in recent months i've learned sleep is not really necessary. i heard Al Pacino stays up all night. Al Pacino is a first rate actor. If Al Pacino does not sleep, why should anybody else.

i flew out of a regional airport and connected to toronto to fly to new york. word of wisdom: do not do this. just drive your ass to Toronto and fly direct. the whole checking the bags twice thing is really tedious. i did learn that in Canada you now do not need to remove your shoes going through security. of course, if you wear any kind of serious shoe, you set off the alarms anyway so might as well just hopsock it and reveal your true, dismal height.

I also learned on this trip that flying into Newark is like flying into Mars. Fly into Laguardia or JFK. The former if you dig a short runway and a totally delayed flight.

I learned on this trip that Dan Smith will teach you guitar.

I also learned that Molly's on Third Avenue is an excellent pub to visit if you like sawdust on the floor and whiskey that will put hair on your ovaries.

I visited a publishing company and played for them in their office. They ordered in tacos. I set aside a "basic" taco but forgot it on my way out. I am hoping that if they really want to work together, it will show up in my mailbox by the weekend.

I played "Top Speed", "Symphonic" and "Sugar" and had a nice chat with a girl about the world's greatest tragedy, that Boblo Island was bulldozed to put up condos.

Instead of a perfect day on the Log Flume, some dude is rakin' in the cash. [Insert headshake here].