Yeah, yeah, I know I've been triflin in updating this blog, but, well, I"ve been busy. Plus, I'm grown. I can blog when I feel like it.
I just returned from a trip to Atlanta for a convention. I had a blast. I was able to reconnect with some people I hadn't seen in years, and really enjoy hanging around good friends and doing some professional networking.
And peep this: I actually had good service in the ATL. My last blog was a rant against stank black service workers. Well, I had some great black service workers in ATL. This one waiter was so cool we hooked him up with a $15 tip, and there was only two of us. He treated us well, and didn't act as if we were preventing him from watching the BET Awards. He was a cool cat.
So, lesson learned: don't go generalizing an entire group. I was ready to write off my people. Big mistake. Obviously, people are people, you know?
Ok, there are other Hotlanta tales to tell. Like the stank, cluesses, evil-ass cab drivers we kept getting and the fact that I lost my brand new cell phone, and the woman horse breeder I sat next to on the plane who was returning from a booty call in Minnesota.
But I'll save those for later.