DEMF 2011: Day One. One My Way.

Lets begin last night… Chilling at the pad waiting for the morning to come, an early flight gets those butterflies going something crazy. Just before bed and after spending a nice evening with my beautiful wife I checked my email, of course I get an URGENT alert telling me my flights canceled , which completely stuck a fork in my plans to see my brother and his groovy family – Let me back up for a quick second – The only reason I’m going to this Festival (its been 7 years) is because my best friend and creator of this site BlakeAndrew is getting hitched, this maybe the one time “the boys” can get together on a big trip before he plunges into the beauty of getting to know his truest friend, the one who will be there when he looks his best and especially his worst.

Don’t think this will look like Hangover 2, well maybe. There’s a cast of characters going that could rival any movie I’ve ever seen. Trust me when I say we’ve done the Hangover thing, we just never stole someone’s tiger. Anyway, so I was able to book a later flight same day. Now I find myself delayed, waiting to see my friend, and go to my sisters place for a delicious home cooked meal. I’m drinking the first beverage that will inevitably be a long line of altering beverages. I’ll keep you posted. The sun is coming out – “Pardon me miss, but could I have another one of those fine drinks you make!

Shit, people are sitting too close while I type this. Some asshole is sitting next to me with his family bitching about his extra large hair gel that was just confiscated. No shit sherlock, you can’t bring giant containers of hair gel on an airplane. The irony is, he admitted after he announced to the rest of us his hair gel was taken, he knew about the 3 oz limit. Homie needs to get his mind straight. I’m wearing headphones right now, these folks think I’m listening to something, but honestly their banter is more entertaining then my itunes folder.

I just came back from the bathroom, and this dude was walking away with my drink, I literally just chased him down in the Knoxville airport Ruby Tuesdays. Everyone was looking at me. Damn it, I miss my wife, she typically handles all the little things, like telling people “he’s not done with that.” Love you Babe!

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