Dolls,

It's freezing cold. It's the ice age. I don't have all that much to say. I'm home off the road after a very long time and I'm consumed with my son's life, social and otherwise. He graduates this year from his Middle School. It's a bittersweet time, leaving one school and preparing for the next. He's growing up too fast. He had his last school dance, got  a cold, and so did his girlfriend. Kissing perhaps? Aw, it's all too cute. He's got long hair and now he's got an electric guitar.

I was in Atlanta, Georgia. What a beautiful city, what a truly beautiful city. I stayed at the Ritz Carlton and during my stay a bunch of men that looked like the defensive line of a football team or rappers invaded the hotel. Lots of bling on giants. Well, they were in fact rappers or security for the rappers, and the rapper was Snoop Dog. I never saw him but I did see a pimp even Hollywood couldn't dream up. I just couldn't take my eyes off of his green ensemble from his hat to his shoes. I just wanted to sit down and talk to him and find out how he got into the life. I see him today... he left quite an impression. The doorman said, "At 6:00 am there were 40 hookers in the carport of The Ritz." Well I must say, they spiced up my stay in Atlanta. I was depressed when they left, there was so much energy in that hotel. And sex. While they were there I was awakened by the thump, thump, thump of the heartbeat, you know what I mean? It seems every hotel I stay in they check me into the Sex Wing. And the weird thing is, it's so ghost-like, it's not next door, it's coming through the pipes. So, you can't take your slipper and bang on the wall. It all stopped when the rappers left.

Two restaurant recommendations: ENO, 800 Peachtree Street NE, Atlanta, GA  Ph: 404-685-3191 - Very European in a very Southern town.Very delicious and a huge wine selection.  And Nan, 1350 Spring Street, Ph: 404-870-9933 - Thai food with a most beautiful decor. I highly recommend both of these restaurants.  

I just have to say, and forgive me if I sound like I'm on a soapbox, but what is with airport security... still... in New York City? It's shocking. On my way to Atlanta the very first screener who checked my Boarding Pass and ID didn't know how to read a Boarding Pass. I kid you not.

I'm home now and in some ways more busy than when I'm on the road doing a show. I may not have much to say in the next few months. This is short... but have a wonderful spring (if it ever shows up in New England).

Love, Patti

 

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