I'm off to South Carolina! Or, as the locals call it, SoCo. (I actually have no idea if the locals call it that.) Ten is a bridesmaid in a good friend's wedding in Charleston, and somehow she convinced me to fly down there for 48 hours.
Ten tells me that we're staying at a big house on the beach with the rest of the bridal party. Clearly a lot of studying will be accomplished this weekend. I have a feeling that I'm really going to fit in in SC what with my Smart Wool socks, politics, and snow white skin.
Last night I got four hours of sleep. This is precisely five hours fewer than I'm accustomed to. I hope I don't blow up at a TSA employee.
By using the words "blow up" and "TSA" in the same sentence, I bet I just got on some sort of government list. Yay! I'm finally dangerous!
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Consider this weekend an opportunity to do an anthropological study of bridesmaids! I'm sure you will learn a lot. I expect a poem about it on Monday.
Once upon a time, this great, friendly, cool guy from North Carolina told me once that he, like all North Carolinains, detested people from South Carolina. When I asked why, he started saying something about getting back to me with the particulars, but I assured him that I could just hate them on his say-so.
He said he really appreciated that.
So I, and this guy, would not be upset if you get into an altercation with someone who lives in So-Co.
--Pol Pot
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