I want San Felasco now. I want my new president now. I want all the promise and hard work of the last year to pay off right now.
Too bad I have to wait. It ain’t the first time I haven’t gotten what I wanted.
I’m taking my Obama t-shirt to the inauguration. I received it for making my first donation to the campaign, which was also the first donation I have made to any campaign, excluding the campaign to pay the utilities bill at The Warehouse. I have a long history with that particular operation.
My plan is to bring a pocket of Sharpies and invite people to sign the shirt, being sure to sign where they are from. Out on the Mall, with 3 million of my closest friends. We are going to have a good time I believe. I am still working on what to do about urine.
My San Felasco t-shirt? I don’t think anybody is signing that one, but you never know. Once I go all Key Club on you there is no telling how far I might take it.
By the way, 25 solo east yesterday. 50+ east today with Tommy, so without knowing which unexpected catastrophes will take place, I am as ready as it gets. I am hoping for a good ride with friends in nice weather.
What are the odds on those conditions occurring?