Dateline: Omaha, Nebraska

If you're going to fly to the heartland for no other reason than to watch "Battlestar Galactica" with your Poodle, you could do worse than to end up in Omaha. JP lives downtown in the most superfantastic lofty type apartment that you will ever see and within crawling distance are all sorts of shops and eateries and alcohol. The streets are wide and every building downtown is repurposed, old brick and beautiful. Last night we went out to dinner with his friend (and my new Facebook bestie Minogue) and it was downright civilized and European, walking to the restaurant and being out on the street. Everyone was out in the street. It was not exactly vibrant in the way being on the streets of say, New York or London, but it was surprisingly sophisticated.

That probably reads real snotty.

Because let's face it: you think of Nebraska and you think of beef and corn. Beefy corn. Beefy corn-fed boys and girls. But there is, actually, more to Omaha than that and we're just fixin' to go out now and experience a little more of it. So the first lesson is, never ever ever presume. Open yourself to the possibilities. Don't pre-judge. Forget about corn and beef or even corned beef because every place has more to it than what you think. Even Omaha.

Also, not to be all smug and stuff but, hello, I'm with JP and you're not. Gotta run. Must get provisions for our big "BSG" finale tonight.