Sorry, this isn’t for you, Coble or the other Disneyphiles cruising the web for Mickey references.
So I’m sitting on the sofa in my hotel room in Johnson City eating a chili dog from Pal’s Rapid Eats while the one pair of khakis I brought is draped over the back of the desk chair so I can wear them again tomorrow. I know that may be a disturbing visual, but such is the glamorous life of the business traveler…
I’m leafing through the local entertainment listing rag looking for something to do tonight, even though I know I’ll most probably end up watching a six square inch screen-sized episode of “Arrested Development” on my iPod.
Then what to my wondering eye should appear? “Hey the lanky dude in that picture looks familiar. That’s Sista’s Mista.”
Sure enough, the Grascals starring Mista Smiff on basso profundo are the headliners tomorrow at the Tazwell Fiddlers Convention in Crab Orchard. Unfortunately, I’ll be headed west while they’re coming east so I’ll miss them again like I did during last week’s blogger meet-up.
I guess I’ll have to actually buy their new CD from iTunes if I’m actually gonna hear them. Sista, I’ll do my part and check the parking lot at all the nearby strip clubs for their tour bus.
I know the truth, though. I probably wouldn’t leave this hotel room if the fire alarm went off. CSI’s on.