Thank heavens the weekend’s here. So many attrative places to go, so little dinero to get there.

First choice: New England. I could go to Cape Cod or Newport, Rhode Island, or Nantucket to enjoy the thrills and spills of Tropical Storm Hanna. Very cool.

Second choice: Louisville, KY. That’s right, back to my old stompin’ grounds to hear some wonderful Gospel music at Freedom Hall, where they’re hosting the National Quartet Convention. That would be a wonderful take. (I know what you’re thinking: what would a Ãœber high church, smells-and-bells, shoulda-been-a-monk Anglo-Catholic be doing at a Southern Gospel quartet festival? I’ll admit it – I have a real soft spot for traditional Southern Gospel. Have for a long time. Great quartets like The Imperials, The Stamps, The Jordainaires, The Statesmen. WHOOEE! It don’t get a whole lot better than that. I dunno, I swear in a previous life I lived in New Orleans or somewhere in the Deep South. It’s just a part of my DNA.)

Third choice: New Orleans. Simply because not a weekend goes by that I don’t wish I was spending it in New Orleans. That way I could visit Rob and my friend Rock. Which gets me to thinking: I wonder how Rock’s beach house in Grand Isle fared with Gustav? Great to hear Rob and Louisiana came through it pretty well compared to what could have been.

Of course, if I’m on the Gulf Coast I’m keeping a wary eye on Ike.

Fourth choice: Florida. Why? To see Hillary Clinton campaign, on behalf of a suddenly bewitched, bothered, and bewildered Obama campaign, that’s why. As CNN political analyst Amy Holmes observes, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see the irony of it all:

So, let’s get this straight. They didn’t choose her and her 18 million voters to put on the ticket. They gave the VP spot to Joe Biden. But now that Sarah Palin has arrived on the political scene, they’re promoting Hillary as the female answer to the Republican VP nominee. Awkward, to say the least.

Umm…I’d say more than awkward; it makes Obama look like an idiot. And were I Hillary, I’d say something to the effect, “Lemme think on it. Of course, there’s still this little matter about my campaign debt….”. Heh. I’d love to hear what her cheating, philandering, sexual predator husband Bill is thinking these days.

Have a great weekend, everybody!