my life, the fandom, part 800

Tonight: We're getting progressively more drunk at our Thursday Night Happy Hour Hang Out (For Real We Are Regulars And They Recognize Us and Actual Gave Us Free Shots), when Rodney McKay of Journalism, unprompted by me, snaps his fingers three times and and points.

Best. Internet. Nickname. Ever.

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Even better news: some friends are thinking about renting out their apartment for inauguration week, crashing at our house, and paying us a percentage of what they get. I don't know whether to be excited by our possible windfall, or shamed by our greed. If you are headed down our way, like, amberlynne said, DON'T BRING YOUR CAR. Just Don't. Either way, it's going to be a joyous shitstorm that week, and I, for one, could not be more excited.

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Heading up to NYC tomorrow: Am currently on the MTA site trying to pre-plan my subway transfers (Does this sound right? I want to go from Midtown/Penn Station to Grand St., Brooklyn. I will take the 1/2/3 south and transfer at 14th st to the L? I live in fear of NYC subways working not as advertised. You see in DC, we have only five lines, and they will tell you, down to the minute, when they are coming.)

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Hot DAMN, this guy is President-Elect.