Yes, I'm finally back. I spent nine HELLACIOUS hours in the Atlanta airport AFTER THE SHOPS HAD CLOSED sitting on a bench staring at a fat man in a Dallas cowboys jersey/shirt and wondering why the gods were punishing me after I had such a wonderful time in San Diego. I couldn't even browse the duty-free aisle. THERE WAS NOTHING TO DO BUT WHAT THE FAT MAN BREATHE. IT WAS HELL!
The highlights are too numerous to mention. Drank a lot. Smoked even more. Went to a ghetto street fair. Got fantastic Mexican food. Bought a cool silver ring. Cute boys everywhere. Learned never to eat a chorizo burrito - ever! And now I'm back to my sad reality.