It is MONDAY. Ugh.
I was gone pretty much all weekend for various birthdays, holiday festivities,* and reunions (and the little monkie starting to WALK, WHAT), but:
Seriously, people! Where are the fangirl reports of DC hitting the slots in Vegas? Come on, like there wasn't some fangirl stalkernation happening on their night off. GIVE ME THE GOODS. (Or make them up! That's fun, too; I'm not picky.)
(One more thing for the lulz, aka "Why TWOPers Are Frequently IDIOTS": the number of people who are commenting on DC wearing the same outfit every night so far for the tour, and how, even with laundering, the clothes will be gross by the end ... I am fairly certain, people, that it is within the budget to buy MORE THAN ONE pair of skintight, side-laced jeans. If I can buy two pairs of nice-fitting pants so I can hem one for heels and one for flats? I really, really think the costumers for freaking American Idol can manage. LORD.)
From
after-lastnight's tour post:
*: I know that I usually only regale you with my D.C. (the city, not the rockstah!) haiku during the cherry blossom festival, but boy howdy, the fourth of July week screams for tourist-mocking almost as much.
Yes, I'm sure your pals
Will buy you got that shirt from
The real CIA.