Come Fly With Me

Hello there, blog fans! Sorry it has been so long since my last post. I guess you could say that I've been a little busy... However, now I'm back and better than ever with plenty of stories to tell. Since the last time you heard from me, I have seen Michael Buble' in concert yet again. Believe it or not, his last stop on the American leg of his tour was in Memphis (I swear I'm not a stalker)! Michael put on a great show at the Botanical Gardens and I am counting the moments until he's back in the USA.

The title of this post not only refers to the wonderful song Mr. Buble' sings, but also to my travels last weekend. I flew to Chicago to attend my college friend Mary's wedding. After finishing a hectic work week (actually the entire month of August was absolute insanity), all I wanted to do was hop on the plane, close my eyes, and listen to some tunes on my CD player. Yet, my plans changed dramatically when a major hottie sat down in the seat next to me. His name was Tony and he was totally my type- tall, dark, and Latin! I had actually spotted him earlier in the terminal and thought he was dreamy. Anyway, Tony is a medic in the Army and he had the weekend off so he flew to Chicago to surprise his mom (isn't that adorable?). He talked to me the entire flight about his job, what kind of movies/books he likes, and his past relationships with women. Tony actually asked me what I do for a living and seemed genuinely interested, which is sure a refreshing change of pace from most of the young men I know. It's a shame that he lives in Louisiana because we really hit it off (you've gotta love a guy who thinks that Paris Hilton looks anorexic). I was this close to giving him my number so we could chat some more, but I figured if it is meant to be then we will fly the friendly skies together again someday. I have much more to share about my Labor Day weekend, but it will have to wait until next time. Hasta la vista, baby!