the dating revolution will be live-tweeted

So, I'm doing something interesting tomorrow. How's your weekend shaping up?

I use the word interesting in just about every way that you can mean interesting, because (drum roll not necessary) I'm going speed dating.

What? Back up the train, turn off the engines, stop the operation. Speed dating? In Memphis? What happened to Mr. November?

Let's back the train all the way into the station and take a five here while I give you the back story. A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to meet the owner of a fairly new downtown gastropub called South of Beale. They've done a lot of aggressive social media marketing, and I follow them on Twitter. I mentioned to him that I'd been excited about a tweet they sent out about speed dating, and asked him if they'd made any plans to host an event.

Fast forward a few days, I spend most of my commute home chatting to him about the ins and outs of speed dating, hoping that I can unleash everything I learned from all the research I did before my infamously live-Tweeted speed dating evening back in April so that they can launch an event. And they did. And I signed up. Two weeks ago.

And that brings us to the current situation. Mr. November still very much in the picture, working very earnestly at becoming Mr. December -- in fact, I saw him again last night for a few drinks -- and I'm going speed dating tomorrow afternoon at South of Beale. Bananas.

Clearly I will be blogging about the (mis)adventure here, and I'll also be writing a separate account of the event for MemphisConnect. The timing is a little weird, but it'll no doubt be a good time and rife with opportunity for parody. And y'all tend to like that. I'll also be live-tweeting this go-round, so be sure to follow along here -- this time you can even @ reply me on Twitter with questions to ask the bachelors and I will do my best to make it happen.

And hey, we all know I suck at playing hard to get. I have to have some way to keep him on his toes.


cheers,
elizabeth