It all began when @LeahClifford sent us a message about a mysterious someone flying into Cleveland for a visit. So really, it's Leah's fault we wasted our night trying to solve a mystery as opposed to writing. Here's how it all went down:
32 minutes: Search weeks worth of Twitter feeds for clues regarding #mysteryguest.
26 minutes: Talk about findings, mainly who hasn't tweeted for a few hours because they were potentially on a flight.
7 minutes: Check StatCounter and wonder who Googled us from San Diego.
47 minutes: Talk about who might have Googled us from San Diego. Front runner is Lisa's brother-in-law.
3 minutes: Write desperate email in an attempt to bribe #mysteryguest's identity out of book club attendees.
19 minutes: Develop plan to pit @LeahClifford and @scott_tracey against one another and pretend like we've discovered #mysteryguest's identity.
1 minute: Implement plan.
4 minutes: Plan backfires when Lisa tweets that she's "adjusted her outfit" in regards to #mysteryguest whose identity is still completely unknown to us.
13 minutes: Worry that #mysteryguest now thinks Lisa has a crush on him/her.
45 minutes: Laugh about #mysteryguest thinking Lisa has a crush on him/her.
6 minutes: Complain that we should be writing.
Can't wait to finally meet this mysterious guest tonight. Happy Friday everyone!
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