MY DC REVIEW PART 1
WELCOME to RONALD REAGAN INTERNATIONAL
I aint gonna even lie, the combo of drinking at Negril Village and Prime yesterday (Thursday) had me F*cked Up!!! I can remember telling Marv I bet Diddy doesn’t even drink, because all of the partying he does, he’d be dead by now. So we caught the midday flight from LGA to DC International Airport. We were dropped off by the driver at the Delta terminal to catch the flight and come to find out we had to fly from a private hanger. We caught the shuttle to the hanger and almost threw up from the motion of traveling. So once we checked the bags we heard that our flight was canceled, but we could jump on the flight leaving at that very moment.
By now, my body felt like I’d fought Floyd Mayweather and Bernard Hopkins in a Special tag team boxing match. I think it was the combo of Patron, those sweet ass Rum punches from Negrils, Heineken, etc that had me queezy!
We hopped the plane and me, Marv, and this white guy ended up all stuffed together in this tight seating arrangement. The pilot announced that we were #23 on the runway.
"AIR", my body pleaded as I got out of my seat and went to the bathroom. I noticed that the entire back of the plane was completely empty. I took a a row in the back and stretched out horizontally. Finally, Fresh AIR!!! The plane eventually took off and I was Groovy. We were only in the air 45 minutes before I could feel the aircraft descending into the airport. At that time everything I drank at my last party starting to resurface in my stomach and throat.
DC Baby!!!
After landing and exiting the plane, I was fortunate to keep my liquor and food down.My DC Intern Yanni came through to scoop us and away we zipped to the hotel to be dropped off. Oh, I forgot to tell you that Delta lost our bags because of the canceling of the first flight and having to jump on the most immediate plane. I was stuck in a city with no fresh clothes or most of all Blackberry Battery chargers. I went to this hood spot called “Southern Chicken” up the street from the hotel and ordered some soul food. I saw some of the grimiest looking folks, and I’d just come from Brooklyn & Harlem. These folks were wild obnoxious and crack headish. When I returned, I called Delta to find out our bags were “in route”. We were told it would be 2 hours earlier. I spent all of Friday in my hotel sleeping and recovering from the night before.
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