southern comfort

I am leaving in a few hours for a short business trip to the southern part of the country. It's part of ongoing research I am doing for a project I am working on. I've been to a few places already; Skid Row, before that, Denver. And now, the South.

The South. I've not spent much time in the South so I am pretty excited. New places, even if it's only domestically turn me on. That, and the fact that I get to stay in a hotel alone for two nights. Well that, and the fact that I don't have to be at work.

And aside from all of the things I've just mentioned, I've finagled an invitation to dinner at the House Of Joy. I consider this rather monumental because I've never met a blogger in real life. I'd like to wax on about feeling nervous, but in truth, I'm not (yet). And of course I'll snoop through her closets and such and report back. Because, duh, that's what you do when you meet a blogger for the first time, right? Snoop and report back. I think I read that somewhere.

She's never seen a picture of me (and believe me, have I got an outfit all prepared for dinner. Picture hooker-fabulous). I figured that will give her neighbors pause and it's the least I can do for The Mayor. I am also thinking I should hold up a big sign at the train station identifying myself.

You know, something like Fresh out of Celebrity Rehab or Serbian Mail Order Bride. Of course, other sign recommendations are welcome. You never get a second chance to make a first impression.