Lunch with Brittney

Lunch was awesome. I was very nervous, but did not fidgit with my bra at all, which is my stupidest nervous habit. Brittney is awesome, funny, thoughtful, smart, and she had great questions. I asked her my questions--well, except for whether I was her (I'm clearly not, since the waiter brought two plates of food and didn't see anything strange in that), and whether she was Jon Jackson, because I'm fairly sure she's not. It turns out that the Nashville bloggers have gotten together a couple of times. She didn't say whether Mr. Roboto was hot, but I'm going to take her silence on the matter as a "very." As for my question about who would win in a fight, Pith in the Wind or Brad About You and his army of publicists, Brittney totally thought that Bruce Barry and Roger Abramson would make an unstoppable tag team. I mentioned the possibility that Abramson would turn on Barry--as often happens in well-established tag teams--but she thought not. So, yes, I was totally stupid for being worried. And I'm glad I did it.