Eventru, what about the night that the lights went out? Besides, at heart, I'm a sweet Carolina girl. Where else can you learn how to Shag in school and then actually do it in the gym?

Yes, and I gather from your comments there are a couple of other things you don't know, Ione. For example, you probably didn't know that Suzanne was the only contestant in Georgia pageant history to sweep every category except congeniality, and that is not something the women in my family aspire to anyway. Or that when she walked down the runway in her swimsuit, five contestants quit on the spot. Or that when she emerged from the isolation booth to answer the question, "What would you do to prevent war?" she spoke so eloquently of patriotism, battlefields and diamond tiaras, grown men wept. And you probably didn't know, Ione, that Suzanne was not just any Miss Georgia, she was the Miss Georgia. She didn't twirl just a baton, that baton was on fire. And when she threw that baton into the air, it flew higher, further, faster than any baton has ever flown before, hitting a transformer and showering the darkened arena with sparks! And when it finally did come down, Ione, my sister caught that baton, and 12,000 people jumped to their feet for sixteen and one-half minutes of uninterrupted thunderous ovation, as flames illuminated her tear-stained face! And that, Ione - just so you will know - and your children will someday know - is the night the lights went out in Georgia!

I actually visited Atlanta last summer. I will never forget how bad everyone drove there, it was akin to watching blind men with seizure disorders fight with flails. No joke, there was a burning car on the side of the road, which I had never seen before. Suffice to say, the non-nonchalant manner my Georgian friend dismissed it with, along with the explanation that "That happens all the time" pretty much convinced me. That and the stupid traffic.

Although you guys have pretty sweet malls, hehe. I probably would have spent a thousand dollars myself, had I been in possession of that thousand to waste, hehe. I mean, this one Neuman Marcus or whatever had this creepy white spyplane that actually turns to follow you with it's cameras. 64 Grand well spent, I say!

I am in Alabama, not too far from Georgia!!