August 14, 2004

Opening Ceremonies Hangover

Oh sweet Baltimo’! Drizzling rain and threatening hurricane. And one day after two top-shelf, large margaritas, four shots of God-knows-what, and a trip to the parking lot to call the boyfriend and tell him how good I’m being.

No, not everything’s a blur. Everything is a little brighter and slightly louder yet not completely intolerable. Okay, some of it is. But did I dream Björk sang at the Opening Ceremonies and her dress spilled out and swallowed all the athletes? Oh yeah. Good. At least it was sans feathers.

Better get going and get to work. That’s why we came to Baltimore. And as soon as that’s done we can start drinking again somewhere new. Ah sweet commradery.

Oh, isn’t it great to get away. Funny, but it isn’t anymore. Old fuddy-duddy that I am, give me my sofa, the cats, the dog, my Homeland Security Advisor and a glass of tea. That’s if I had my druthers.

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