Got off work so I shot down to Bogota to visit my old friend from high school Bailey and his girlfriend Paula. I took cargo flights down there and it took a total of about 36 hours to get down. I flew from Aniak to Anchorage first where I was delayed for quite a few hours, then went from Anchorage to Cincinnati but instantly got on a plane for Miami. Had a little layover in Miami where I got some tacos from the restaurant, “Airport Cafe and Liquor.” Then the last flight got me into Bogota at around 3am. I met some cool pilots on the flight and they let me crash at their place and gave me some wine to sip on.
Then once I finally got some sleep I met up with Bailey, Paula, and their new streetdog, Mo. When Mo met me he instantly walked up to me and bit my leg. Each time I leave and come back to the apartment he pulls an Allie from The Notebook and forgets who I am, trying to go in for another bite. Little bastard.
Later at night we went to this “party” that just turned out to be a jam session where there were 2 people and a couple of instruments lying around so I grabbed some bongos and joined in. It was a good time, but the main guy that seemed to orchestrate the event never winked a smile. It seemed like it pained him to play every note but he pushed on for one reason or another.
