Is that Big Bad Scary Mechanical Beast Going to get Daddy this Time?
Those pre-flight jitters are hitting me now. I take off on Southwest Airlines from New Orleans to Fort Lauderdale for a quick little skip across the pond (Gulf of Mexico). If everything goes right, I should be in Fort Lauderdale by 4pm.
But I am anxious. The only normal thing about the trip will be the tennis. Hitting tennis balls is just like boinking. So natural, I can do it with my legs pinned back and my eyes closed.
I am most anxious because I am going alone on this trip. I will not have the Shrew as my sidekick. He typically serves as the navigator. He does not like my driving and does not trust me with maps. My role is the social director. I have all the activities and cool people to meet already sorted out on our agenda.
I have traveled without the Shrew before, but only when there were nurturing motherly types like Moby , Mark and Coach Tim waiting to babysit me. I did fine by myself, although I probably drove those guys crazy. I can still hear, "Another shower?! Why is he taking another shower?!" I swear I don't have a compulsive cleaning disorder. I just like to be prepared!
A nice fellow by the name of Edber will pick me up from FLL Int'l in his white Kia Sephia. He has been reading my blog for two years and we chat on AIM. He offered to take me to where I am staying from the airport, so I kindly accepted. It'll be nice to finally meet him. We will travel to Pompano Beach where my host Ken "the axe murderer" and his boy have kindly set aside a space for me to sleep.
After freshening up, I will speed away to the Draw Party at Alibis tonight. It will be interesting to see how many of the 200 something people registered for this tournament show up at the Draw Party. Most seem to be fireplugs of the Latin persuasion.
Wish me a safe flight and adventures in Fort Lauderdale!