a review re-do

atlanta-hartsfields international airport.

crown club room.

take two.

rad.

maybe it's the muscle relaxants.

or the booze.

or a combination.

but i feel not bad to return to america.

and here's the score:

cocktails how i ask for 'em: plus 3

uncomfortable seats: minus 2

skipping any and all lines: plus a million

dance music in the terminal: plus 1

having to ride a little train, twice, because they change the terminal: minus a million

being muscularly relaxed enough to chat up indians and mexicans and norweigans: plus 3

total: plus 5

best ever.

thanks, america.

and yes, that means i'm back.

first class and full of gusto.