Moon River

I've been reading some, as I am prone to do now and again, and this week it's Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.

I want to go to Savannah. No, that is wrong. I need to go to Savannah.

I want to be Southern (never thought I'd say that). I want to drink mint juleps and talk with a slow, drawl and maybe even hit up a cotillion or two or four.

I want to go to there.

Like yesterday.

I have the travel bug again. It always hits after I've been somewhere fabulous or even remotely fabulous, or even just not Pittsburgh. And while I want to go to Savannah, to be honest I just want to go anywhere.

I want to be Samantha Brown. I want to work for the Travel Channel and see cool places and tell people about them. I want to go on crusies for free and I want to eat weird foods in weird places and I want to be Samantha Brown. Is her job available? Or you know, does she need a sidekick? Because I think all great heros and heroines need sidekicks. I'll be the Robin to her Batman, the Tonto to her Lone Ranger. The Watson to her Sherlock Holmes.

Or! We could be more like partners. I'll be Calvin and she can be Hobbes. Kavalier to her Clay. Whatever. As long as I get to eat exotic foods in exotic places, damn it!

I would try to find someone to try out for Amazing Race with me, but let's be honest. The minute they want me to climb something tall or climb into something small, I'm liable to tell Phil that he can suck it. (Is Phil's job available? I could totally do that. Uh, Joe and....Joe? You're team number one!)

I have a feeling I'm SOL on the whole taking Samantha Brown's job thing. And Phil, well, it seems as if his job is fairly safe. Damn it.

But as for Savannah?

Save a bottle of bourbon for me. I'm going to make it there if it kills me.