If you're going to New York City, make sure to wear black jeans

I'm getting ready to leave for the airport after a tumultuous 3 hours attempt at rest. I'm having a really hard time deciding whether or not to take my snare drum. . . I really like it, and I want to take it, but I'm seriously pushing the airlines size limits for a carry-on with my cymbal stuffed bike bag. It looks like it's just cymbals and my guitar. My next blog will be from the trip and I'll be sending lots of pics from my trusty cellular telephone-cam. I am really hoping that the handmade bike exhibit is still up at the airport. I haven't been able to see it, cause it's on the safe side of the security checkpoint.

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Alright, suckas, see you in New York!