Friday, January 22, 2010
My Kinda Town
It was over four months ago that I first accepted an assignment that I knew would eventually send me flying up to the frigid northern regions of our country. But at the time, the trip was far enough off in the distance that the idea of flying to Chicago (albeit direct – God Bless Southwest Airlines) in the middle of winter simply seemed like a silly cocktail party joke. And, besides, the Shoe Fund is not just rapidly dwindling; it's run dry.
Now that my trip looms a day and a half away, I'm not so sure it's all that funny. I'm also not so sure if this client keeps offering me these assignments because my work is just that good, or because I'm like the Mikey of the freelance writing world. Everyone else turn up their noses? Ask Moi, then. She'll do anything.
So I'll be taking a little breaky from the blobbie, with the possible exception of Mute Monday, because that's a no-brainer: WHITE.
Oh, and does anyone by chance know if Southwest honors drink tickets at 7:30am?