Monday, January 28, 2008

DC: Day One

It's 3:35 pm ET.

I'm drunk.

I'm with a hard-to-understand Scottish man.

People think we are gay.

I'm okay with that.

Because we drove past the White House.

Tourism rules!

Still looking for my future wife.

Thus far it's been a fruitless search.

Pray for me.

(Question: Did you think of that Peter Gabriel song when I wrote the words "fruitless search?")

-Brad Spieser (