Ouchies
I'm laying out on the bed in my hotel room resting the poor little pads on my feet. I thought I was wearing comfy slip ons to traverse all of downtown DC distributing event invitations to key agencies, but those shoes actually suck. You know what else sucks? Bureaucratic agencies. Seriously, you can't just drop off a stack of invitations and ask someone to take them to the mail room. You have to jump through a million hoops and have federal agents take your picture and document you as a dropper-offer.
So I returned to my room at about 4 pm this afternoon and haven't left. I did PR stuff off my laptop, then as daylight waned, ordered dinner from room service in an attempt to heal my blistered feet as thoroughly as possible before my busy day tomorrow.
Tomorrow? I'm giving remarks at the ATR meeting mentioning IPI's event, making my little debut as a center-right operative, then to the convention where I'll meet up with my boss at the policy lunch. In the meantime, Peter's apparently scooped the GOP alternative budget, which will be on Spectator, so I have to promote that, and another colleague's writing up comments to the FCC which I need to send out a press release for. Wrap all that up at the end of the day joining my boss and some other parties for dinner at The Palm.
What am I going to wear?
But all I can think of right now is how much I miss Scott and how glad I am I call Texas home. Really. The cherry blossoms are in bloom here in Washington, and I probably walked by half a dozen landmarks today. But I consciously reflected how I'd like it if I was walking by landmarks I saw every day. And the cherry blossoms were dim compared to the bluebonnets, and the white marble monuments and fountains were just kind of cold. God really knew what He was doing when He sent me up here for an internship to learn the layout of DC, but brought me back home where I really want to be.
So I returned to my room at about 4 pm this afternoon and haven't left. I did PR stuff off my laptop, then as daylight waned, ordered dinner from room service in an attempt to heal my blistered feet as thoroughly as possible before my busy day tomorrow.
Tomorrow? I'm giving remarks at the ATR meeting mentioning IPI's event, making my little debut as a center-right operative, then to the convention where I'll meet up with my boss at the policy lunch. In the meantime, Peter's apparently scooped the GOP alternative budget, which will be on Spectator, so I have to promote that, and another colleague's writing up comments to the FCC which I need to send out a press release for. Wrap all that up at the end of the day joining my boss and some other parties for dinner at The Palm.
What am I going to wear?
But all I can think of right now is how much I miss Scott and how glad I am I call Texas home. Really. The cherry blossoms are in bloom here in Washington, and I probably walked by half a dozen landmarks today. But I consciously reflected how I'd like it if I was walking by landmarks I saw every day. And the cherry blossoms were dim compared to the bluebonnets, and the white marble monuments and fountains were just kind of cold. God really knew what He was doing when He sent me up here for an internship to learn the layout of DC, but brought me back home where I really want to be.