Welcome to Stuart, Florida.

Last night I flew down to Florida for a wedding I'm in this weekend. The trip down here was pretty good, except for the major confusion I caused in rows 32-34 as I sat in the wrong seat on the plane. Everyone was going crazy trying to figure out what was wrong. I just sat there quietly and read my book until a guy tapped me on the shoulder and said, "You're the problem." I have a feeling I'll hear that for a long time to come.

After I got here I drove up from the Palm Beach airport to Stuart. I haven't been to this area before, but it's about as redneck as you can get. I feel like I'm in the panhandle, not south Florida.

There was one funny moment last night though. I grabbed dinner at the Stuart Grille and Ale House. They were having trivia night and one question was; Before 1930, toothbrushes were made out of which kind of hair? The whole place lost it as someone answered, pubic. It was clearly wrong, but that team won a free pitcher of beer for their answer. Hilarious.