Confessions of a Temporary Front-Desk Diva

I’m IT today.

There’s something I thought I wouldn’t be able to say convincingly since I ceased to be a hyperactive nine year old running around the playground during a vicious game of ‘tag.’

However, those of us who came up with the system to relieve Beverly, the ‘front desk diva’ (or rather, the front-desk anti-diva, as she steadfastly refuses to embrace the diva-dom that Michael and I attempted to bestow upon her) have the mental age of a bunch of nine year olds when we’re sitting around the conference table, so we named it the ‘IT’ system. And today, I’m IT. And Bev had a doctor’s appointment to go to, so I’m exiled up at the front desk, away from my iPod, my instant messenger, my RSS reader … I mean, all of that pressing work I need to get done. Yeah, that’s it.

I have very little to confess today, in all actuality. I’m starving because I haven’t eaten much (OK, I’m obsessing about my belly. I have mother issues. I’m Greek. All Greek men have mother issues), and there’s a lot of little fiddly bits to get done, but nothing really meaty to pick up and savor as you suck the juices out of it like a nice piece of barbeque … man, I’m hungry.

I ran across this article in the Austinist in which Austin is identified as the Number 3 city in the nation for singles aged 25-29, after DC and Denver. Now, the funny thing is that the poll identifies cities where it’s fun to be young and single — it has nothing to do with the likelihood of finding a partner. Well, phooey. I could have told you that – I know people who are miserably single in all three places.

What amuses me the most about this is that Kiplinger — the company who did the survey — apparently has a “Bohemian indicator” that was taken into account when compiling these rankings. WTF is a “Bohemian Indicator”?? Oh, Brian, my Urban Bohemian friend? Can you shed any light on this?

Past that. I have a boring front page on the blog, but I don’t have any photos to post today. Poo.

Tomorrow, Natalie and I are off to Kilgore, which I have been informed is in the one county in East Texas that isn’t dry. Well! My excitement just got kicked up another notch – bam! We’re still bringing our own bottle of wine, as I’m not entirely convinced I’ll want to get out and explore greater Kilgore at night.

I will be bringing my camera, so if anything amusing or interesting passes by, I can share it with you all …