West to East travel and the day that got away

So I leave LAX at 12:45 p.m., get to Atlanta at 7:50 p.m. (three hour time change), wait for my checked bag, pick up the rental car, drive to the hotel, check in, take about 15-20 minutes getting to my room because it's on the 43rd floor and the Westin Peachtree Plaza is full of teenagers from all over the country in for some national robot-building contest and the elevator stops on almost every floor, drop my bags in my room, spend another 15 minutes trying to get back to the lobby, spend the next hour or so traversing downtown Atlanta in search of the diner where I am supposed to meet Dylan Hernandez and Diamond Leung for dinner, finally give up, call Dylan and Diamond and tell them to go ahead without me, run into Jaime Jarrin and Pepe Yniguez on a downtown street corner and spend about five minutes talking with them, run into Ken Gurnick on another downtown street corner, discuss the state of the Dodgers with Kenny for approx. 15 minutes, wander into a place called the Metro Cafe which is open 24 hours but has karaoke every night, enjoy a delicious bacon cheeseburger and fries, pay my tab, stop on the way out to listen to some dude absolutely butcher one of the greatest songs of all time (Journey's Don't Stop Believin'), walk back to my hotel, call my daughter from the lobby (bad cell reception on the 43rd floor), talk to her for approx. 30 minutes, call one of my best friends with whom I have been playing phone tag for the past 24 hours, talk to her for approx. 15 minutes, hang up and suddenly realize that ... IT'S ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING (of course, that's only 10 p.m. L.A. time). ... At this point, I return to my room (at this late hour, I am enjoying precious solitude on the elevator while all the whiz kids are no doubt resting their brains for another big day of robot-building) and remember that I haven't posted anything on this blog all day. ... So here you go. That's about all I have for you. I'll check in tomorrow (later today, actually) when I get over to the Ted.