I flew to Detroit for the weekend.
It really is a beautiful place outside of the city.
What does a 33 year old man eat when he is on the road, in a city he does not know, hanging out? Burgers of course.
Last night had a rock'n one at Wolfgang Puck...It was with grilled onions and was served on Brioche. Fantastic.
For breakfast, I got a cup of coffee and a McDouble at the Golden Arches. Is that a bad thing?
Heading to the Tigers game today by myself. It is really indicative of my entire trip.
This weekend was planned 2 months ago. Arranged to spend the weekend with friends and I bought the airline ticket. They went out, purchased Tigers tickets for the weekend, planned some golf and started preparations for a guys weekend.
Then, about a month ago, I get a call. "Hey Bogart, it's Jeff. Bad news buddy. My wife and I got our wires crossed. I am in Florida with the family that week, including the weekend. I am really sorry."
No problem. My other buddy Robert is up here. Will hang with him...Yea, no. Robert and family is going with.
That is okay. I had a back-up-back-up...I called Deb. We scheduled to meet up at a tailgate party, go to the game and then dinner. Sounds like a good Saturday.
Got a text this morning at 10am...as I was walking out the door.
"Bogart. Personal emergency. Won't be able to make it today."
So, I am hanging at a M'cky D's, eating a McDouble and writing a blog.
Yup. I live in a world of coolness!