Southern cookin' makes you good lookin'

I went to Nola last night and oh my god. I had shrimp and grits and honestly, nearly licked the plate clean it was so delicious.

The downside is that I've eaten so much butter that my sweat can't really fit through my pores anymore. I can't wait to waddle home tomorrow.

We have our closing event at the aquarium this evening. The people that our meeting planners have been working with suggested (jokingly, it turns out) that if we wanted to have someone in the shark tank at the aquarium tonight we could.

Our planners looked at each other and said, "Hey! Let's get Lisa to do it."

Because some random weird thing? I have been voted most likely to say yes.

So they broached it with me and I said, "Absolutely!" Because when else would I have the chance to swim in a shark tank?

But when our planners got back to the convention people about putting one of our staff in the tank, they said that they were joking. Totally kidding. They will only put a professional diver with X number of hours in that specific tank in with those sharks. Duh.

I was half disappointed. And half relieved. Because once I sat down to think about it, I had to think about the fact that sharks have big teeth. You know, the bitey kind. That bite.

I know there will be shrimp and assorted Cajun seafood this evening. And I'm going to feel like kind of a dick wandering around among the fish.

"Your relative? Mmmm. Delish."