A Day at the Convention Center
Jon and Wes are teasing me now, as we sit in the hotel lobby, posting our thoughts. Jon thinks I need a nap; Wes thinks I need a drink. They're probably both right.
But then, Jon also says I'm too young to drink.
"Yes, I'm grumpy!" I moan. "I'm sorry, guys."
One of the maids walks through my pitiful shout and gets a kick out of it.