It seems apt that my final blog post here in the USA on this blog happens on the eve of 4th July. You know, the day before the day back in history when the Brits got walloped and booted out of America . Rather fitting, don’t you think?! We are getting booted out, in a manner...
Just as the security guard was beginning to usher us out the double doors, Walken, who’d finished with his lines, was skewing toward our threesome. I can only imagine how white my face looked. I know the rep looked like someone who saw a $10 bill flapping under her car’s wiper on...
To me? He’s the bane of my picket-fenced existence – stuck up, anal (not in the fun way), and definitely the person who got me booted from the Parent Teacher Association. I can’t let him wrest control of The Falcons and have history repeat itself – no matter how hot he looks...
I actually got to punch a commie. Granted, he was a weak, noodle-y looking thing, but I got a shot in before the cops stepped in the middle of it and prevented more. I also got a souvenir from one of them. I kept offering