I'm leaving for Philidelphia today. We have to be at the airport at 8:15 tonight. I don't want to go on a plane. :( They didn't used to freak me out but now I don't want to have to sit still that long. We'll get there in the morning, their time, but at 3:30 AM our time. Sounds like death.
I was on the radio again though, which was cool. They told this story about Ashley Judd getting locked out of her hotel room, naked, with nothing but a yoga mat around her and a pimple cream mask on her face. I called and said I felt bad for her, and I was sorry I couldn't take the radio station back east with me. And I requested "Wish You Were Here," by Mark Wills. It's a bit ironical, being about a plane crash, but it's a nice song.

They kissed goodbye at the terminal gate
She said, "You're gonna be late if you don't go"
He held her tight, said, "I'll be alright
I'll call you tonight to let you know"
He bought a postcard, on the front it just said Heaven
With a picture of the ocean and the beach
And the simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her and they told her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach

Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near, I wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, I miss you so, wish you were here"

She got a call that night but it wasn't from him
It didn't sink in right away, ma'am the plane went down
Our crews have searched the ground
No survivors found she heard him say
But somehow she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven with a picture of the ocean and the beach
And the simple words he wrote her
Said he loves and they told her
How he'd love her if his arms would reach

Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near, I wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, I miss you so, wish you were here"

The weather's nice, in paradise
It's summertime all year and all the folks we know
They say, "Hello, I miss you so, wish you were here"
Wish you were here

So I'll send out postcards, (not ones that say "Heaven" on them!) and I'll probably call someone, even though it's .80$ a minute, plus the regular charges. The weather reports say "Uber stormy, bitches!" but not in so many words. They have the clouds with lightning and pouring rain, but it says 87 degrees. So whatev, fools, I'll try'n blog when I get there.
P.S. I wanna see "Anchorman" but doubt I can make a convincing enough argument when we're away. So whatev, go see it for me or something. Click that link, it leads to Shmexy.

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