Eight Mile, Baby. Represent.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Okay, so I'm in the Detroit (rock city) metro area. And I'm a pop culture whore. So naturally, I had to go to Eight Mile. Unlike, Mr. Marshall Mathers, however, I am a wuss. So I went to the side of Eight Mile that runs through South Lyon, Michigan. Not so much the hood. Its the same street, just more than a couple miles down the road. But I went to eight mile, bitches, can you say the same?
Let us rewind a bit.
Yesterday I flew to Detroit. But even before that, I braved some extraordinarily crappy Memphis thunderstorm action on the way to the airport with such virility that the average speed on the interstate was a blazing 35mph (about 56kph for all you hosers , Europeans, Asians, and other citizens of the world out there). Not cool. Even still, joy of all joys, my flight wasn't delayed by much. The flight was fine, aside from uber thick fog until about three seconds before the wheels hit the ground, something I can always live without.
I stepped outside the airport in Detroit, and in spite of finding it grey and ugly, thought the weather to be entirely bareable. That lasted for approximately 45 minutes, at which point the Big D decided it would rather hang out around 18F. Yes, it is frigid. Today's high was 20F, and tomorrow's is 8F. I hate the north. 'Nuff said there.
Then I went to dinner with a very good friend of mine. I haven't seen Kelly in a few years, for reasons that require a few glasses of wine and a couple of hours to properly cover. But I will say that it was refreshing to hang out with her, and that we're closer now than we've ever been.
Insert poor-quality cellphone picture here. Its blurry because we were outside, and it was cold as balls out there. Brrrrr. Anywho, Kell and I did some Mongolian BBQ, picked up some gourmet chocolate at Schakolad, and hit a local pub to meet up with Kelly's bestfriend and one of my favorite people, Booty. I also love that her nickname is Booty. She rocks.
Today was effing cold. Had a good day at the office, and to my knowledge, the client knows we're worth the investment, which is generally a good thing. Had a nice dinner of perch and hashbrowns (seriously), and now I'm hanging at the bar/lobby thing of my hotel, sipping on a rum and diet and paying marginal attention to Deal or No Deal. Tommorow will be stupid cold, but at least I'll be heading home sweet Memphis. Until Sunday, that is. Then its off to San Fran. Ah, the life of a road warrior.
Currently in Ann Arbor, Michigan
Currently listening to Howie Mandel and Deal or No Deal
Labels: All Posts, Culture, Friends and Family, Travel
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