The Bird Show.

So you guys, it happened to me this weekend and it made me think of something that we have talked about in our post show meeting now for weeks.

And I've had forgotten about it.

So this weekend we took our kids.

We have a seven-year-old and a two-year-old up to Bryson City, North Carolina to ride the Polar Express.

There is a train up there that is very much like the book and very much like the movie where you bring your kids up here and it's a big old train. I mean, it's a full-on railroad train, man, and it looks like it has like 20 different cars on it. It's awesome. And it is decorated just like the Polar Express, right? And you go up there and they encourage all the kids to dress in their pajamas like they do in the movie and the book also.

So you pull up to like their station and they're all these like little kids, man, like from two to eight years old.

All in their jammies.

All in their jammies and some of their parents get into it also.

Now we know how Holiday-esque Stacey is. What were you wearing? I refuse to put PJs on, but it was requested. Stacey didn't wear hers either, but a lot of parents were. That's cute. So we get into the Polar Express, and we spent the night up there, but we get into the Polar Express, and you just start naturally talking to some of the

people around you, right? And, you know, the first question is, where are you from? And I asked the couple

right next to us, and they said they were from Kentucky, and they drove in just for the night, just to be

on this Polar Express. Then they asked me, where am I from? And I said Atlanta, and they said the

words. Hot Lana, huh?

No.

Oh, no. And I forgot.

Tell them?

I didn't tell them, but it was a perfect opportunity to start our campaign against Hot Lana.

We have to have the death of Hotlanta because there's the death of Auto Tune and we've got to have the death of Hotlanta because it's not a cool word anymore

but people outside of our city

still use it all the time.

I forgot how much of a pet peeve it was for me.

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