damn, this traffic jam . . .

way to feel like a big city. . . Driving home at 1:00 a.m. last night I actually found myself stuck in traffic--in downtown Greensboro no less. Cabs, limos and people desparate for that prime parking spot made me have to wait through several Elm Street stoplights. And there were people everywhere lining up to get in clubs, walking from one bar to another and satisfying the late night food cravings at the various eateries still open (Pizzaria L'Italliano, the hot dog vender on the corner of Elm and Washington, and Natty Greene's downstairs).

I was impressed.

Of course, instead of joining in on the fun, I came home and went to bed.

I'm such a rockstar.