what a pita day. (not the bread, the pain in the ass kinda day)
el presidente has decided to leave the castle and venture in town. I think he's at hhs. We went for lunch, and then got stopped for a good 15 minutes, so the motorcade could do its thing. seeing those sharpshooters on the roof is always creepy!
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He's probably playing the Chesapeake Bay game and doesn't realize you have to cross the bridge to do it :)
hah! good one.
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