Date: Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Time: 6:53 p.m. (EST … finally!)
Place: On my couch in my apartment’s living room.
So. This is it. Three days. Three flights. All Stitch Early, all the time. South By Southwest is over for me just as it begins for everyone else. I’ve been sadder than usual the last few weeks. Coming back to this couch sure isn’t helping.
Naturally, the return from air to land messed me up (and messed me up good). My ears still haven’t popped and I kind of/sort of feel like I heretofore will be deaf. I haven’t had this happen as a result of a flight in a long, long time. Man, it’s the worst. I yawn. It doesn’t help. I stretch my jaw. Nothing. I’m about ready to take a hammer to my face and hope for the best.
Making matters better was … well pretty much everybody who works at Reagan National Airport refused to help me find the shuttle bus to my car. So, I walked. And walked. And walked. What felt like the entire way around the airport grounds. Walking on highways. Walking on patches of grass. Walking on garbage. Walking on … just a whole lot of walking. But I’m home now. So … yeah.
I can’t thank the Frederick News-Post enough for humoring me for three days by allowing me to travel all the way to Austin for my second South By Southwest. I also can’t thank Stitch Early enough for allowing me to be his shadow for three days, even at the times I could tell he didn’t want me around (every minute of every day). I didn’t take a second of it for granted, and I only hope that someone has found something in one of these silly things – posts, stories, etc. – that he or she can say is of value in some tiny way. If you read even five of these zillion words over the last 72 hours, I owe you an organ of your choice. Just don’t choose the kidneys – they’ve been shot now for years at this point.
Anyway, we’ll be back to our usual Frederick Playlist’n tomorrow, so my annoying, self-indulgent rants will be no more (mercifully). Don’t forget about the free – free! – open mic on Friday at 200 East. It will be fun. Promise.
For now, though, I need to go find a hammer. Miss you love you.