I was sitting outside at Joe Bar today with @ChefReinvented (and Bubba, 'natch), scheming about an idea.
After the scheming, we meandered on a conversational path that went from the food scene in Seattle to A Very Fun Business Idea Which Is Still Top Secret to how to manage worlds crashing together on Facebook to German cinema to why Berlin is a cool city with a textured identity to the fact that I'm from...
wait for it...
TOAD SUCK, ARKANSAS.
It's an improbable origin, true. Even more improbable is that my very own father, also a schemer, schemed and dreamed up the now cultishly attended Toad Suck Daze festival. Yep, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and I am the daughter of the original Head of the Toad Council. The Head Toad. Which makes me a Tadpole, I guess, but never mind that.
So @ChefReinvented and I had a good laugh over that and other things, and went our separate ways. I went back to work, and then home, and then to the gym, and then back home to have a bowl of soup and catch up on what twitterlicious Friday night banter might be happening.
Up pops this tweet from @Herbguy: Proud to say I've been to TOAD SUCK, ARKANSAS. Anyone else been there?
I blink hard and look again. Still there. Toad.Suck.Arkansas. Now it's a small world, so I figure, OK, so maybe @ChefReinvented said something, or there was an earlier tweet that I missed while I was at the gym.
But no! I check, and no. Nothing was said. This was out of the blue and @Herbguy is now suspected of being some sort of mindreader or being otherwise omniscient.
Or, it's like one of my co-workers says: "Twitter gets in your head, man."
Behold the fine cuisine of Toad Suck, NOT available on Twitter, in spite of its skillz: