I talked to a buddy of mine in New Orleans about an hour ago. Over the course of the conversation, he said this:
"They just went to the store to pick up Jena. Wait, not the store. The place where the planes go."
I don't leave for "the place where the planes go" for my own flight to New Orleans until tomorrow morning. But I am looking forward to it. Thankfully, I'm taking a cab to the hotel, so my friends won't have to pick me up.
By the way, KJ, it wasn't your son, though I'm sure he's equally brilliant at the moment.
Oh lord...I pray for our friends!
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ReplyDeleteThe first time I met you was New Year's Eve on Bourbon Street,the night before the Dawgs destroyed FSU. I remember how brilliant we were that night. The General was going to take down Harrah's. I think his attack lasted about 10 minutes...
I never heard this story, apparently I was too busy picking up bloody marys at the "store" to have gotten the FYI -
ReplyDeleteGostei muito desse post e seu blog é muito interessante, vou passar por aqui sempre =) Depois dá uma passada lá no meu site, que é sobre o CresceNet, espero que goste. O endereço dele é http://www.provedorcrescenet.com . Um abraço.
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