So I'm always the last to post--thought I'd keep tradition alive, well, that and the fact that Tim hijacked my laptop.
Daily Proceedings: Bagel, Airport, Plane, Airport, Van, Hotel, Museums, Dinner, Bed.
Something like that anyway.
It's nice to be back in my city again. Nicer yet to be with people that get me. Who wouldn't want to have a Reagan birthday party? Am I right?
Hayley hogs the bed, the hotel manager treats me like a five year old foreigner, and it's -67 degrees out. But I'm a Conservative and will pull myself up by the bootstraps before walking 4 miles in the snow, uphill bothways.
The Conference starts tomorrow (which is technically today) since, as previously observed, I am a behind the pace blogger.
I look forward to grey-headed men in suits more and more every year. People just don't know how to dress anymore.
Republican World- I was born ready. Get ready for Hunter Stevens.
Oh p.s. Capitalism rocks my socks.
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