We're halfway through 2011. Times have changed. The world is fueled by social media. I check my Twitter feed like ten times before I even get out of the bed.
Tonight Jimmy mentioned that the brewery for my favorite beer was located in New Orleans. I got really excited, but what's sad is that I immediately thought about being able to "check-in" at really super fun places -- like the Abita brewery.
Omg. I'm lame-o.
It IS my honeymoon. I should disconnect. I should leave my phone turned off.
It's New Orleans -- not Fiji. It's a few states away. We won't be on an island. We'll be on Bourbon Street. And I refuse to not have my phone with me for safety reasons. Yeah, safety reasons.
My phone... it's an addiction. I don't mean to sound like the commercial but if you don't have an iPhone you don't understand. I know, snob. It's life-changing. I have fears about my phone falling in water all the time. I think a friend recently looked at me funny when I stepped away from a fountain while texting... eventhough I wasn't standing that close.
I'm getting palpatations just thinking about it.
So the point is... I need to deal with my addiction while in New Orleans.
Can I tweet on my honeymoon?
I know what you're going to say.
You're going to say... I'm extra lame-o for wanting to be on my phone when I should be spending quality time with my new husband.
To that I say... I knooooowwwwwww.