Day 25: Post-Trip Clothing Recovery Program
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Day 23: Presents!
Got home and there was a package from Amber on my coffee table. Inside it? Double hilarity. These books are deliciously depraved and I am enjoying the hell out of them. Relatedly, I seriously need to mail out the rest of my Christmas presents. [Project 365]
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Day 22: The Airport
U.S. Airways gave me a good scare when, just after the flight attendant had closed up our little regional jet’s door and sealed it, a mechanic demanded to be let in, holding a piece of paper, asking to see the pilot. Turns out some electrical part had gone wacky and it was going to require tests before we could get in the air. We sat for an hour, waiting on said tests, enjoying delicious free…
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Day 21: Footwork
I am still paying for my poor footwear decision during my time in D.C. I have worn the same Doc Martens since eighth grade and they have always been kind to me, but I had no idea how horribly they could treat me. I walked miles upon miles, trying to see and do as much as possible in that city. There’s so much to do, and so much of it is free, that I feel…
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Day 19: Welcome to DC
DC treated me right. I’ll admit — I’m a little smitten. But I’ll write more about that later. [Project 365]
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Day 18: Go Time
I have absolutely no idea how to pack light. [Project 365]
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Day 17: Amy and the Giant Acorn
Sometimes you go to bars and your friends are there, holding giant nuts. Look, I don’t make this stuff up. [Project 365]
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Day 15: The Press
Busy busy busy night at work. Lots of news, lots of news meetings and meetings about news. We’re trying to plan for our inauguration coverage and get the daily paper out and all the while, the entire newspaper industry is collapsing around us. It’s, if I may coin a rather vulgar phrase, a clusterfuck of epic clusterfuckitude. We’ve got Hearst trying to sell the Seattle P-I (where my former art director works) and now the…
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