Before I had this job, I met this boy named Heath who said I could host my crap on his server. He picked me up in an airport in Atlanta a few years ago. Tell me more. The Atlanta airport has a little subway-thingy that connects the terminals. It speaks many different languages.
People have very short attention spans.
Or, make something up. People won't know, since you aren't famous. I dumped my girlfrend, and to get away from the psycho bitch, I flew to Atlanta for a concert, not knowing anyone there and not really having a place to stay. And had this boy Heath pick me up for him. And he was wearng a hat, and owned one of the same shirts that I did.