preparation, courtesy of philliefan99
My darling fiancée is gently harassing me to consider renting out our place for the inauguration, and the question of “what could go wrong” is the one that consumes me most when pondering the subject. Eric “Vampire Guru” Nuzum hilariously addresses the question of ick and the competition in the inauguration rental business hilariously over at the Prince of Petwork blog.
I’m saddened but not entirely surprised to discover that I am much more easily bought than a published author. Nuzum says “Call me crazy, but even $20k won’t wash away the vision of some Fortune 500 executive screwing a coked-up hooker in my bed.” Personally I could spend $1,000 of that to get my mattress steam-cleaned and sleep like a baby. On my gigantic pile of money.
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
I’m trying to convince my fiancée of this as well; if is too good and true. My apt has a direct view of the Capital and located within two blocks of the metro in Crystal City. If possible, I could get a good buck or two for the second bedroom. Hookers and rock stars I can handle; a salivating Obama fanatic who jizzes themselves every time he speaks, maybe not. Either way if things get too out of control; I own two shot guns. The misses will not hesitate to shoot.