ABQ is the new Homeless HQ

What can I say? The fates did not deliver me into the hands of a former female bodybuilder in Albuquerque, and instead I wound up spending the night at the airport. Believe it or not, it wasn't that bad.

In fact, it's almost 5 am right now, and I'm typing this blog over a free internet connection offered by the city of Albequerque. Homeless and still got my wireless - BK can't compare on that kind of tech geek ish.

Surprisingly enough, airport security hasn't stung me yet. I don't know if it is the quickness in which I whip off my belt, the ease in which my shoes slide off my feet, or the humble-as-pie handing over of my hat, but they ain't trippin, while that college girl got the 3rd degree by some woman that looked like she ate a forty of fear for breakfast.

Maybe I'm just reading too much into this situation. Too hard to tell what's really going on, when you're tired and just woke up from a night of wandering around the SE portion of Albuquerque with nothing to do.

Had dinner at the Waffle House. Interesting pricing scheme - it was cheaper to order sides than main dishes comprised of the same sides. This is not something I can easily understand, but something that I easily adapt to - I ordered the damn sides.

Now, now it's back to Cali, courtesy of Abuse, err.. US Airways. Can't seem to fly me direct to Sacramento, so instead I have a forty minute scramble in Phoenix, home of the worst dressed folx on the planet - or at least they were about six years ago, when I came through on Con Air. I wonder if this will still hold true, and promise to keep all three of you posted on that tip.

For those that don't know: I'm in New Mexico because work had me at a staff retreat. Little did they know what they were getting into by having yours truly participate. Their technological needs were met, and the partygoers were informed of what a real soldier looks like. Rumor has it there are pictures showing the damage, but you won't find any of me looking bad, I was born with a smirk/grin/smile, and no amount of the death and destruction of downtown Santa Fe could put a dent into it.

Despite the partygoing, I had much more fun chillin' with the folx that my brother introduced me to there - aside from a couple of DPA'ers that proved their meddle (no names, I protect the guilty and innocent alike). No matter how much fun, though, I can't wait to be back to the valley, Northern California is my true home.

Perhaps I should have called this post "I'm going, going, again, again, back to Cali." but instead I wanted to give a heads up for all the homeless out there in California - it's a lot nicer here in terms of weather, and hell, the airport ain't kicking anyone out - ya'all should move here.

In the meantime, I'm getting the fuck outta dodge.