They Don't Mess Around

I was at the bar at the Mason Street Grill last night, which is in the same building as the Pfister. I got up and went to the ladies room and when I returned, the bar, the place was lit up like Christmas. Police, secret service vehicles, you name it. Nobody knew if it was Hillary or Barack, but it turned out to be neither, because apparently they just went into the hotel. Which I was sort of okay with me because I was having a nice time. And this sideshow was kind of sideshowing the situation. The secret service was scanning the place. Once upon a time I wanted to work for them (sometimes I still do). That was probably the only cool part of it :)