There's Nothing Like Miami

What's up everyone. We got a lot to blog about tonight. And boy do I mean a LOT. Between getting stuck at O'hare airport, purposely sticking myself in Miami Int'l, and everything that happened before and after, I have stories coming out my ass tonight.

So the Keys were very nice. It definitely sucked to watch EVERYONE go party while your parents went to bed and you went to the pool...sober. However I did embrace the cigar culture down on Duval street, which needless to say was fantastic. I have such a further great appreciation and understanding of cigars now. After roaming the streets of downtown Key West and my folks fell asleep on me at 3:00 in the afternoon, I really had to get the fuck out of my hotel room. I walked my ass the two and a half miles back to Duval Street to gather a tobacco treat and chat with a man of intellect in the cigar industry. I now have a pretty damn good taste for cigars. Hence my time in Key West was not wasted.

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South Beach is now my favorite single location on the face of this planet. Yeah it's literally that good. The water is warm, the people are charismatic and attractive, there's money everywhere, and once every three minutes a plane flies over, inbound to MIA. I'll return. Soon. As Pitbul says, there's nothing like Miami.

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I have always wondered what happens when a huge thunderstorm collides with a huge airport like O'hare. I finally figured that one out. 65% of the outbound flights are canceled. Delays stack up like debt, averaging 166 minutes. Planes line up 27 deep for release. 1,000 cots and "essentials kits" are handed out. Thousands of people line the halls in between terminals and fight for sleep. Planes both in line for release and at the gate are damaged by the 74kt winds. Yeah. Shit gets real. But oh my God it was so fucking awesome! I'm looking out of the window at the edge of concourse L and I'm like "Holy Fuck!!! That's fucking crazy awesome!!!" The way they just accept the fact that shit is hitting the fan and start nonchalantly setting up cots is jaw-dropping to me. And how the controller mouths off clearance after clearance after clearance to hundreds of planes while a storm is 4 miles to the south east is breathtaking to listen to. The best part is, I'm tracking all sorts of cool shit on pilot websites and listening to ATC (knowing exactly what the fuck is going on), while the rest of the people just stare at the departures board scratching they're neck saying "Well I wonder what's causing all the delays. Is there like weather or something?" HA! And I'm getting my updated info from the fucking control tower! That is why I get into the expert traveler line for security. That is exactly why...

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Not 24 hours after landing in Louisville I was out to party at the prestigious and difficult to get into "club jenks". It was a fun and very standard night. Nothing unusual about it at all. I drank as much as I should've and got particularly wasted. I also had wine. That's become a usual thing.

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So what came next... Well here's a little less narration and a little more projection. So I like classy shit. And I can't put my finger on why (maturity?) but as I grow older I start to like party less and classy more. So I've decided to throw an "If you're not classy, you're not coming" party at my place the next time my parents are not occupying my premises. This party will include only wine, bourbon, and cigars. Dress code will be collared shirt. And it will be fantastic. Many of my friends are simply not classy enough to make the invite. Sorry guys... but my only friends classy enough are Doug, Katie, Alex, and Karen. Since Alex and Karen will not be in Louisville at the time, it will just be Doug and Katie.

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This is becoming a long post. Nice. So today was Karen's last day before she goes off to GSP for like 5 weeks, so we spent the entire day together. First we went flying to Lexington. Now I gotta do that shit more often. It is just so much fun! TacAir is about the nicest richest ass place to visit. Between valet parking for your plane, flatscreen tv's in front of each urinal, and the touch screen operated Pilot's-Only MOVIE THEATRE, this place is like the ultimate place to show up and chill. Not to mention the legit pilots that ask you where the best place to grab a place to eat would be, and you can say from experience "Man-O-War Boulevard". I love LEX. I also love what I call "Weekend Flying". It's when flying on a Friday evening, when it gets passed like noon, you can say "have a great weekend!" enthusiastically during handoffs rather than the typical "gooday". It's just so nice to hear Louisville Approach say thank you (knowing that they're smiling behind that microphone) before you switch to 119.5 and line up for some 24.

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Date number two was (wait for it) Turf Club at Churchill Downs tonight for Downs After Dark. Dinner was not included in admission. Dinner was expensive. And I treated the shit out of my girlfriend and regurgitated a whopping $100 on the night. Yet it was worth it in the end. I love how Churchill Downs tries to separate the classes, but they all come back together in the paddock. Sometimes I the dude smoking a black wearing flip flops, sometimes I'm the dude with the purple and white wristband thinking "why do you come here?" to all the pathetic wife-beater-wielding, tattoo-infested trash.

So hopefully I won't run out of anything to blog about anytime soon, as I enjoy writing in this blog. Even if no one reads it, it's good to know I have a pipeline out there. Some form of expression or some shit. Regardless, if you are reading this, thank you. Good night.

Until next time...