We have Newmania…

There’s a certain amount of trepidation involved in meeting people you’ve only ever known online. Four days ago Tom and I “took the plunge”, with the very real possibility of waking up in a bathtub full of ice finding our kidneys had been harvested weighing heavily on our minds, and we boarded a plane out to sunny San Diego, California. We were lured by the free transportation and lodging offered to us by my “imaginary friend” Christine Newman (a.k.a. SuperTwinkle, a.k.a. Listgirl) and figured we’d be close enough to the Mexican border to procure some black market kidneys should the need arise. Also we hoped that after a few days of witnessing our high-fat, high-sodium eating habits that the relative health of our kidneys would come under heavy scrutiny and, eventually, would be deemed unviable candidates.

We were pleasantly surprised, though, to find out that the Newmans were completely normal, peace-loving people.

More on our trip later this week – it’s time for us (and our four kidneys) to board a plane back to the considerably less sunny, less beachy, less fresh shellfishy state of Wisconsin.