GUEST LISTS ARE HELL

From a Detroit gospel show, to an all nighter at Kid Rocks, to Dave Chappelle's Radio City Music Hall 10 year reunion of the Block Party, to the BET Experience, to Philly's 4th.....tomorrow on the parkway with an expected crowd of 750k....I declare,   I's tired.  At 12:18am I've finally finished my guest list and I have a strange suspicion that some mc who's name I won't mention is going to give me 20 names from which I am supposed to procure tickets out of my.....ass I think.

My teeth are tingling.  I don't know if it's lack of sleep or the countless cups of Irish Coffee I've consumed.

Moreover i bought a brand new Mac eyeliner only to wake up with a puffy sore eye.  How can I get pink eye from a new pencil!

But the good news is that I packed one....that's right ONE bag...one 42.5 lb bag of goodness for my 3 week excursion. My miniature Tina Tour within a few one offs.  After Essence this weekend I head off to meet my girl at her hideaway....St. Johns....then off to Lyon, France.  Have a show in Vienne, France.  Never heard of it?  Me neither.

THEN I get to spend the next 4 or 5 days in Nice/Antibes with my homegirl of about 20 years now...shit.  For some needed rest and sun on the Mediterranean.

After which I will head down to Perugia, not without a stop in Florence and the outlets, a museum, the taste of REAL pasta, a show in Perugia, ship the guys home and one more day in maybe a high falootin'  air bnb cutesy apartment so I can hit up some art museums.

After a 3 year stint on trying to "find myself" i think I have....and where I've found that I belong is on a beach, a plane, a villa, or in the middle of something hectic that desperately needs to find the solution.

Otherwise I'm bored to tears and become an internet stalker.

And that ain't good for no body.

Look out Salvatorre....here I come.