Texas Arrival

Unbelievable.

Last night I received a phone call from some old clubbing friends in Dallas (I presume they assumed I'd be in town for Turkey Day) asking me to go out and meet up with them. I went out to Dallas and was pleasantly surprised by some of the successful updates. Apparently, one of my friends has just opened up a restaurant and is planning on running for city council next year. Another friend of mine who is a specialist in hair color and design has gotten a multi-million dollar opportunity with a hair design company that has given him a high six figure salary plus bonuses and commissions.

Also, today I met with my best friend and learned he has moved from a supervisor at his company to a special projects manager, where he will obtain more independence and autonomy in the workplace.

I still have so many people to see and it really is unbelievable and refreshing to see so many people I love living successfully and intensely.

My Texas Arrival:

Auburndale, Florida

That's where I be, groupies. I'm actually utterly shocked that you people still come to my humble abode. However, I am quite flattered that even though nothing has changed in over a month, you good folks have kept coming back day after day. I've not one day where at least a few visitors wandered around looking for just another anonymous kook on the Internet.

Auburndale is located in the largest county of Florida, Polk County. It's in Central Florida, smack dab between Tampa and Orlando. I've been to neither thus far, though I will be going to Orlando on Tuesday, in order to fly back to St Louis, in order to pick up my useless low-to-the-ground, non-hauling, sleek vehicle, in order to drive down to Texas, in order to visit my family and friends for Thanksgiving. *Deep Breaths Please*

I actually had a chance to go to Orlando last weekend, but it was one of those rare occurances where it rained. Speaking of weather, the forecast here in mid-Novemeber, is absolutely fabulous. While the majority of the American population are seeing their breath, wearing silly flower-covered scarves, and generally freezing to death, we Floridians (am I really one of *those* now?) are spending our free-time swimming, playing tennis and golf, and walking around in shorts and flip-flops.

Oh yeah, and we're licensed. Don't worry. Much love!