There She Is . . .

One time awhile back, the Policy Lawyer and I went on an adventure with her mother to see the Miss America pageant.  It seems that Miss Maryland contestant was a congregant at her mother's church.  A whole gaggle of congregants were heading up to Atlantic City on a charter bus, but we were having none of that.  We decided to road trip it together, the three of us.

Bet you didn't know that Atlantic City is crazy far from D.C.  Or at least, it certainly seemed to be.  It took hours to get there.  When we finally arrived, we pulled into an Econolodge, as that was where the church group had made reservations. 

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