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.
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!!!