It’s Sunday and I’m looking out at a little Marina in Virginia. Deltaville to be exact. It’s 95 degrees out but feels like 103, and it’s only 9am. It’s hot. Officially, the technical term is Freaking Hot (there’s another technical term, but this is a family friendly newsletter).

And… if you live just about anywhere, that’s not news to you. The hot part, not the Deltaville part. 

Wear sunscreen. Even if you’re inside looking out at a little marina in Virginia with the AC cranked as high as it’ll go, with the ceiling fan cranked to “seat backs and tray tables in their upright and locked position” mode, and you have your feet luxuriating in a bucket of ice water.

I’m not doing that last thing, but the day’s still young.

Don’t like to read? Victoria reads this email to you!

Yep, we’ve got a Blue Heron out under the dock and I’m writing this on a text document on my computer, because apparently Deltaville is not “The Birthplace of the Internet.”

Virginia’s the birthplace of everything else. They have signs and gift shops everywhere, but not one single sign advertising “Last Stop Before Birthplace of the Internet” or “Scenic Overlook to the Birthplace of the Internet” or stories about how the first settlers of the birthplace of the internet mysteriously vanished during their first winter there.

They should have that. It would have an awesome gift shop.

So it’s hot. You’re in Deltaville (wherever the hell that is). “So what!?” you say. “What about ‘Making Love to the ChatBot’ Parts Three and Four? What happened at the big presentation? When do I get to see some video of this fancy pants new show you keep writing me about week… after week… after week?”

Calm down. It’s hot and I’m trying to make sure this is a grounded plug so I don’t electrocute myself typing on the computer, while I have my feet in this tub of water.

I told you about “opening a loop.” I did too. It was two emails ago. Check your spam.

Opening a loop is basically telling someone you’re gonna tell them something, then going off on a tangent about something else, and then eventually circling back to finish the story.

So, you can see how it pretty much plays perfectly into my writing style.

I’m gonna give you “Making Love to the ChatBot, Parts Three and Four.” Next week and the week after that. See, don’t you feel better knowing what’s coming next? Of course you do. And that’s a feeling we have NOT had during our little excursion of the past week or so.

Yep, it’s been a little like building the plane while you’re flying it. (Lots of plane analogies this week cuz we went to Kitty Hawk). Quick back story. A friend invited us to Virginia. The day before we leave, he gets sick. We decide to come on down anyway and “wing it.” You know, drive around all day and then break out the “Hotels Tonight” app and find someplace cool to stay.

Pro tip. That may not be the best thing to do in the summer when traveling through Virginia and North Carolina. Apparently it’s a very popular travel destination.

Mostly, we’ve done alright. We haven’t slept in the car yet, (although Thursday’s still up in the air). Turns out flying is much more fun when you have some idea where you’re gonna land.

And there it is. Hey, I’m sweating my brains out here and really didn’t think I’d get much past “wear sunscreen,” but here we are. I’ve tied in the show AND come up with another flight analogy.

Sure, all those $49 a night hotels look great on Booking.com, but trust me, they all hire some dude with lots of lights and a fisheye lens. $49 bucks on a Friday in Virginia Beach is not gonna cut it. Remember, you heard it here first.

We put up lots of pictures of the shows on the site, but the way you get the “real” story is by reading the reviews. People are brutally honest. Brutally…

And that’s why you should read our reviews. 

Before you spend a dime of your hard earned money on a ticket or some of our very, very cool merchandise, you should read what other folks have to say. 

These folks may not have known what the journey was gonna be when we lifted off together, but they always knew we were gonna take good care of them, and, after a very cool and unexpectedly fun adventure, we were gonna bring them in for a safe landing. 

No fisheye lens here. Just a unique, one-of-a-kind experience that goes beyond any and all expectations. Something that gives you *way* more value than you could have imagined for your hard earned buck. 

Dude, is that a model of the Wright Brothers plane and what’s in it for me?
120 feet and 120 years ago. Amazing.

Bottomline it for me:
• Wear sunscreen.
• SPF 100 if you can get it.
•. $49 a night in Virginia Beach… you don’t wanna know.
• Make certain your outlet is grounded before soaking your feet with a computer. Just sayin’.
• Read the reviews. 
• The seats on the rental car recline so Thursday night might not be so bad.

That’s it. I’m not gonna get all mushy.

See ya ~ Kevin

p.s. The website is offering spa water and towels down by the pool. The socials found something for $39 bucks and it’s only 27 miles from the beach.