Good news, bad news kind of thing...
Good news, I've got a job.
Bad news, because of it, I couldn't get away for the weekend.
I'm not going to make it to Cheaha...
I'm letting so many folks down...Some 'O Redvalk's Margritas will go un-drunk (un-drank? un-chugged? un-scarffed?)
And the pies...all those pies I won't be there to eat my part of...not to mention the rest of the food.
Seriously, I was looking forward to this ride...I really need the trip...hours blasting down the highways with nothing but me, my machine, and my tunes...settles the mind...heals the soul...
And all the folks at the end of the run...
I'll miss you this year...and y'all take care.
