Thanks to my good friend Jerry, I'm going to see Tom Waits in Asheville next month. Yes, it means I'll miss work, but I won't miss Tom.
I will, of course, blog on the experience.
Jerry and I have a 35-year history of road trips. I can guarantee this one won't be like the old days when we used to do winter trips, wine bottle hanging out the window, chilling in the winter air. I doubt if we'll pass our exit three times because we're THAT HIGH and singing THAT LOUD. And the chances of us crashing on the floor of a woman who owns far too many cats are slim, but who knows? I will stick a toothbrush in my shirt pocket, just like the old days when this was considered packing for the trip.
It'll be fun.