Thursday AM, I got to the Phoenix airport well in advance of my flight.
On my flight from Phoenix to Houston, I met a very interesting fellow passenger in my row. He told me of a really cool website where I subsequently registered for my bicycling journey. The website is named CouchSurfing.org seems to be a remarkable opportunity. On this website, people from all over the globe open up their homes to travelers/vagabonds (see Tim Swartz). And in a search, I have found many folks on my route that are willing to open their homes and couches for my weary butt and a shower for my stinky armpits (well, not just my pits, I'm hoping for my whole body).
In a manner similar to eBay, guests rate hosts and vice versa. I believe this will make my journey just that much more exciting. It will provide me with interesting networking opportunities and potential fodder for this very blog.
On my evening flight from Houston to Baltimore, I saw some wonderful visions out my tiny window including a lunar display, though it was difficult to photograph the moon well. United Airlines, their windows and I apologize for the poor lunar photography.
Upon landing, I was greeted by my niece and a friend. With a craving for a great plate of nachos, we ended up at High Topps Backstage Grill. Please see the important proof below.
On Friday, after a day spent with some attorneys for giggles alone, I met with my very special friends, who helped me through the one of the most difficult periods of my life, and pulled crazy wheelies in the back yard. Well, lame wheelies on the back yard, but still absolutely invaluable time with my buddies Susan and Matt.
Saturday, I don't remember much other than yapping with a few people, giggling with a foreign-born soul, and enjoying a gorgeous Saturday. Unfortunately, a friend's cat dander found my nose! Yet another feline and it's satanic skin cells making me miserable.
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday. Trader Joe's found it's way to my car and I was able to obtain some significant yummers. That's about all I can remember. Boring, boring, boring.
Monday, today, the big day of court to end a 15 year nightmare, came and went, with no time in the halls of justice. After a restless night of sleep, thinking of the court hearing, court date was postponed because of training of three judges along with others from other counties. Booooooo! With all hope and more hope, I beg the madams and sirs in the Baltimore County courthouse to get me into a courtroom tomorrow! I don't want to fly back to MD again until my cycling journey is complete!
On the upside, I had a really funny dream overnight. In the dream, I had a four topic stand-up comedy routine I was doing at a nightclub. I remembered all four topics and the crowd laughed quite a lot. But then I woke up to find out my case was postponed. Boogers, boogers and more boogers!!!
In the afternoon, I grabbed F.G. Superman, Jr (my mountain bike that remained on the east side of the continent when I started my journey) and headed out for a ride with my friends Wes Scantlin, Brian Johnson, and Zach De La Rocha and spun 20 miles.
After sweating buckets, I found my way to a shower and dinner. With my gullet filled, I plopped on the couch and chilled with my parental units and laughed at the funniest show on television - It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.
So, now it is time to rest, hope for a great stand-up routine and a prayer for a call to come to join a robed referee to call me to court tomorrow.
I anticipate this blog will soon be playful and visually more stimulating soon!
Peace!
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