Besties On Ice

Back in L.A. after a 4 hour car ride this morning from Tallahassee to Tampa, followed by 2 flights. Too exhausted to recount too many good stories from the weekend.

Tentative "To-Do" List for Tallanasty...

holdthewhippedcream:

1. Bullwinkles
2. Break into sorority house and eat in kitchenette after Bullwinkles
3. Knock on Mom Marie’s door and ask if you can share a night-cap
4. Eat at Sunberry and/or One-Fresh Drink bloody marys at Po’Boys
5. Play at least one drinking game on a home-made beer pong table
6. Roll down a hill
7. Do the chicken dance on a fountain ledge
8. Drink for at least 12 consecutive hours on game day
9. Proposition a freshman (can be replaced by “drunken and unsuspecting fratboy”)
10. Force Joanna to listen to at least an hour of reggaeton on the drive up
11. Dance to “Pull My Hair,” preferrably in a crowded, public area
12. Visit every friend on the “Friends still in Tallahassee” list
13. Eat sushi @ Painted (NOT)
14. Stay alive

I’ve highlighted the essentials. And added the following:

15. Sing along really loudly to Fishing in the Dark at Ken’s.

16. Drink out of someone else’s mug at Ken’s.

17. Play FLIP CUP at random tailgates!

18. Serenade a Cop on a Bike(/my cousin’s fraternity brother) and reprise the Real Men of Genius (Cop on a Bike edition) song we made up for him.

…That’s all I can think of for now.

Headed to Tallahassee with Canasty for FSU/UF game. First time back since graduation a year and a half ago. First football game in 2 years. Much drunkenness to ensue.

Can we talk about how creepy it was to get to the airport last night and walk right through security in under three minutes?

Seriously, no lines - not even at the ticket counters.  The tuesday night before Thanksgiving, one of the busiest travel days of the year, and LAX was a ghost town. Very eerie, considering the same night a year ago I waited in a line of over 100 people just to get to the security line.

Last night was a definite reality check, and I feel unbelievably thankful that I work in an industry that hasn’t been affected by the terrible economy as drastically as the rest of the country.

You know that whole drive you to the airport and give you a curbside kiss goodbye, the kind that makes your stomach somersault routine? And playing the “who looks back last” game? And then talking on the phone until the captain says “Ladies and gentlemen, please prepare for take-off?”

I’m going to miss that tonight.

Crazy day. Taping two shows, then going home to pick up suitcases and head to LAX for a redeye to Florida.

Come on, people.* We’re in show business here. There’s no time for blogging on a two show tuesday.

*Directed solely at myself.