Apparently, PerusingOne makes a habit of picking up complete strangers in hotels. The first time we ever met was also in her hotel room. Was she in the room when you got there, Couchie? She just left a key for me at the front desk while she went to grab something to eat even though we had only exchanged 3 PMs and 2 phone calls. She didn't know my last name and didn't care when I tried to give it to her. That's right. She just left me alone with all her stuff. Lucky for her, I turned out to be merely insane instead of batshit crazy.
I pulled up front row center pit tickets today. Too bad they were for Chicago at the Woodlands instead of Clay in Knoxville. Hee. Scarlett is cellcerting me right now to test out different settings on her phone. The girl is dedicated.