but honestly re: those pants
On our final night in Tampa for the RNC, we were walking through their maze of a security line to see Romney give his speech and the police officer with the metal detecting wand looked me up and down, waved me through without wanding me, and said, “You’re definitely not fitting any guns in those pants.”
“Rock the vote.” - Aaliyah
Guess who’s flying to Tampa when Isaac makes landfall! I finally have a chance to be like one of those meteorologist bros who grabs a mailbox in the middle of a hurricane. I should probably bring, like, a baker’s dozen Tide To Go pens.
“Ew, my white denim jeans are covered in all of Tampa.”