Finally made it into Detroit last night around 9pm, what a trip trying to get from Knoxville. I sat through a storm on the tarmac, with the possible threat of a flight cancelation and an overnight in Atlanta. Couple this with a seat in Row 46 which turned out to be the tail of the plane, ANY FURTHER BACK I WOULD HAVE PUT ON A UNIFORM AND SERVED THE PASSENGERS DRINKS.
Blake swooped me up and off to Erin’s house we went. She had cold beer and a buffet of amazing food waiting for us- grilled salmon, beet salad, raw tacos, and a variety of homemade sauces, oh don’t forget the freshly made cashew cilantro cheese.
A long night of great conversations, laughs, and Daniel fell asleep in the bathroom on the sink. Now we’re heading out to get breakfast before checking into the hotel. Tonight should be promising with a few spots, ending at one of Detroit’s funk nights.