Spent all day packing my truck,
was running late without any luck.
Got on the road, the rain was pelting,
3 and 1/2 hours white knuckle driving.
Thinking about all the money I'd make,
seeing vendor friends as sweet as cake.
One half hour before I see my hotel,
I get a bad call on my fricking cell.
Lame poem for a lame tourney weekend.
Of course I bought a lot of cool stuff that I couldn't wait to debut.
And, I had to pay for my hotel. So, I slept over and made the 4 hour drive BACK home this morning.
Folks, this has NOT been a good week.
No Jersey housewives in that part of Maryland.
Although a Mennonite lady aggressively passed me in her little Honda Accord. I thought they didn't drive cars, just horses...