cigarcowboyoh: I get my salsa from New York City

Well, it looks like I'm off to the one place I'd rather never go again, NYC. There's a song that states, "NYC, What is it about you?" I'll tell you. You're too damn big for your own britches. That's what it is about you. I mean, where else could you get a lovely and friendly IM from someone you'd never met, had no intention of ever writing, hadn't said hello to, and were generally willing to ignore calling you "plastic and phony" with no explanation as to the reason for that? Hey, I am what I am. You don't like it, well, you didn't have to buy the horse. More importantly. I don't think I asked you to look at him, did I?

Anyway, I'll be there Wednesday night, unless I can figure out a reason to leave as soon as I arrive. At least this one isn't work related. . .much. Just helping a friend move from the Big City to Ohio. Now, if some Urban Cowboy decides to give me a reason to stay the night, well, I might change my opinion.