I know, I know, you're terribly tired of reading about Hurricane Gustav - and you're killing yourself looking for an update on how we're doing at this little event you may not have heard of yet - oh, the Republican National Convention. Well, I'm here to serve. I live to, really. So, here goes. (as long as my Holiday Inn wireless network is available and I don't just fall asleep because, well, I am in a bed...)
I'll do this chronologically:
All packed and ready to go! I usually take the Metro to Reagan - but that black suitcase is a beast - I overpacked, in case Gustav would leave us stranded in St. Paul for a few extra days - but this time, I took a cab.
Even the cab driver noted my laziness "You walk from here, ha!" He said in his broken English.
Nice.
I hated to leave my best buddy behind.
Brokaw did a nice job of looking extra pitiful, thus making me extra guilty-feeling.
Thank God he's in the gracious, loving hands of Jessi!
Shout out to Jessi - I so owe you one!!!
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Was that a thong or just my magination ?
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