Recess
I'm back. Did you miss me? Did you even notice I was gone? Wait, wait, don't answer that. I took a brief summer haitus -- I figured if Congress can do it, I can too. I've been participating in straw polls, kissing babies, giving speeches, invoking the Constitution, and eating corndogs at a variety of state fairs. Oh wait, that wasn't me . . . that was Michele Bachman. Sorry. I often get the two of us confused.
My summer wasn't quite as exciting as Michele's. First off, I managed to make it another year without experiencing the joy that is the corndog. I wasn't asked to give any speeches, and the only time I even came close to invoking the Constitution was one time when WH asked me to pick up my pajamas and I said, "It's a free country. I don't have to." It didn't really go over so well, so I think I'm going to have to brush up on my knowledge of the Amendments so that I can find the one that allows me to leave my jammies unfolded on the floor and use it to my advantage.
Otherwise, WH and I didn't do much at all. We trekked up to the family beach house in Rehoboth, which is always fun. We have a favorite little place on the boardwalk there, Gus & Gus'. It's a greasy little Greek food stand with the best french fries you'll ever have (don't fall for the glitz and glamour of the Thrashers across the street, trust me). I can also vouch for the fried chicken, steak and cheese, and BLT. I don't know if they have corndogs or not, but the next time I'm down there, I'll be sure to check it out.
There was the earthquake (another one!), which thwarted a work trip to New York. Lucky me, I pulled up to Union Station just as everyone was streaming out, like in one of those horror movies from the 50s. I ended up having to walk home to Adams Morgan from there, and by the time I got to about Thomas Circle my suitcase had gotten one flat tire, so I had to drag it like a maniac the second half of the way. Needless to say, it was not a good day and I was not happy to have missed my dinner reservation at Les Halles. Harumph.
There was a hurricane (sort of), which provided fantastic entertainment in the form of the local news coverage. Channel 4, the NBC affiliate here, oughta win an Emmy for their ability to cover the storm for 24-hours straight without taking themselves too seriously. I should know, I watched the full broadcast.
And that's about all I've been up to while I've been away from the blog. Pretty tragic, huh? I know my image purports to be a glamorous life of travel, fast cars, and fast women, but this summer was a bit of a bust. What kept me away from the blog? Reruns of Law & Order. But since my summer recess is over, I'll be back and (hopefully) churning out the stories that put the asses in the seats. So c'mon back now, ya hear?
My summer wasn't quite as exciting as Michele's. First off, I managed to make it another year without experiencing the joy that is the corndog. I wasn't asked to give any speeches, and the only time I even came close to invoking the Constitution was one time when WH asked me to pick up my pajamas and I said, "It's a free country. I don't have to." It didn't really go over so well, so I think I'm going to have to brush up on my knowledge of the Amendments so that I can find the one that allows me to leave my jammies unfolded on the floor and use it to my advantage.
Otherwise, WH and I didn't do much at all. We trekked up to the family beach house in Rehoboth, which is always fun. We have a favorite little place on the boardwalk there, Gus & Gus'. It's a greasy little Greek food stand with the best french fries you'll ever have (don't fall for the glitz and glamour of the Thrashers across the street, trust me). I can also vouch for the fried chicken, steak and cheese, and BLT. I don't know if they have corndogs or not, but the next time I'm down there, I'll be sure to check it out.
There was the earthquake (another one!), which thwarted a work trip to New York. Lucky me, I pulled up to Union Station just as everyone was streaming out, like in one of those horror movies from the 50s. I ended up having to walk home to Adams Morgan from there, and by the time I got to about Thomas Circle my suitcase had gotten one flat tire, so I had to drag it like a maniac the second half of the way. Needless to say, it was not a good day and I was not happy to have missed my dinner reservation at Les Halles. Harumph.
There was a hurricane (sort of), which provided fantastic entertainment in the form of the local news coverage. Channel 4, the NBC affiliate here, oughta win an Emmy for their ability to cover the storm for 24-hours straight without taking themselves too seriously. I should know, I watched the full broadcast.
And that's about all I've been up to while I've been away from the blog. Pretty tragic, huh? I know my image purports to be a glamorous life of travel, fast cars, and fast women, but this summer was a bit of a bust. What kept me away from the blog? Reruns of Law & Order. But since my summer recess is over, I'll be back and (hopefully) churning out the stories that put the asses in the seats. So c'mon back now, ya hear?
Glad you're back!
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