Internet friends
At CPAC, every time you turned around you could find someone you knew. By this I mean that if you didn't know them personally, you would recognize them from television, their blog, twitter or from pictures with your friends. For me, this meant that CPAC felt like one big family reunion. I'll admit it: I ...
Vague memories of an Irish pub
When we last left our heroine, she was at an Irish pub in the awful land of Washington, D.C.: a land full of people with agendas and horribly arranged streets...
We'd moved to a larger room in the back of The Dubliner and our group was gaining people like crazy. By this time, many ...
On the Road Again
As an introvert, I just don't travel well. I need a lot of sleep and a lot of time to myself. By that, I mean I need copious amounts of quiet time or I turn into a raging witch who will poke your eyes out if she doesn't eat on time or stay ...