August 2008
In St. Paul. . .
And it’s already looking up. Number of steps from my door to hotel gym? Six. I paced it out in my cowboy boots. Oh! And my hotel room has a closet, and upholstery I’m not afraid to touch! I <3 the Midwest.
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Don't Be Alarmed . . . →
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Those screams are just for the most famous person ever to walk the planet. Miss Oprahs.
I Don't Want to Say "I Told You So. . ." →
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But check the date on this one! April 21, yo. Finger on the pulse? Or secret political operative? And/or good with google.
So Who Got in at 4 am?
Uh, yeah. Me. After a super-secret media afterparty, a ride home in a benefactor’s car with driver, the whole night was decidedly not to be believed. Columbo, I miss you!!!
“You haven’t lived until you’ve chased Al Sharpton to get a picture of the side of his head. And taken stalkerazzi video of the Daily Kos eating nachos.”
—Thankfully, I have.
