The time has come for me to leave reality and head south for the second annual blog-blowout/insanely fun time associated with the Herald Hunt. As you may recall, last year's event included my being physically mauled by a Massachusetts District Attorney, misdirected barbecue, a vibrating suitcase, smashing crabs (which would be a good name for a rock band), Mark Twain, Suzy Q's breasts, and, oh yeah, Dave Barry. You'll have to look back to my posts from last October for more details, because they are kinda blurry in my recollection. Incredibly, alcohol was involved.
So anyway, I am sitting in the Atlanta Airport next to the Convention of Loud Spanish-Speaking Women waiting for my flight, which by law has been delayed. That is no problem, because there is a Starbucks® inexplicably closed nearby, so there is a gate to look at. I wouldn't mind the CofLSSW, except that Mr. Diverdowndoc and I went to a wine tasting last night at the Georgia Aquarium. Since Mr.ddd was the designated driver, I had a REALLY good tasting. I met Mauricio, who's family owns a winery in Brazil and who is also headed to Miami today. Apparently, there is a wine festival coincident with the Herald Hunt/Blog Blowout. They must have heard about last year.