I’m writing this one from the Las Vegas Airport waiting for my connection to Sacramento. I feel extraordinary well this evening. I just got invited to have dinner with three flight attendants that were catching a ride on my flight from Houston to Las Vegas. We sat next to each other on the flight, and we coincidentally kept “bumping into each other” after departing the plane, allegedly looking for a place to eat.

One in particular, an attractive blonde around my age, clearly wanted to spend some time together. I could tangibly feel her attraction. She even said: “We should exchange numbers. I can show you around Conroe when you come to visit your son.” I haven’t been blatantly hit on by a free range bird like that in a very long time. Feels good. Feels fucking good. I must be putting off The Vibe again. Everything but my sense of smell.

Makes me think of Philadelphia. In 2009, I flew out to see The Dead play their final show at the Spectrum, which was their East Coast home. The Spectrum closed the next day, and was subsequently demolished. On my flight to Philadelphia, I met a beautiful flight attendant, and we spent the next day together. I had never been to Philadelphia, but I really wanted to try a Philly Cheesesteak, and she offered to take me to the best place.

We connected at her hotel, and she definitely knew her way around Philadelphia. A friend of mine, Brett, was flying in the following day. He was the recipient of the “ex-girlfriend” ticket, as Dina and I were off-again at that time. Unlike today though, since I was feeling butt-hurt about Dina, after she mentioned showing me around during the flight, I hung out at the gate to take her up on the offer. I remember her smile.

I also remember her skin. A light-skinned black woman, with a toned body, and… Gotta go. Flight is boarding.