The Constitution Center

     This was a bad idea that actually managed to get worse every second that I was trapped inside the National Constitution Center.
     Let's start at the beginning. When I went to check in, I discovered that my name was not on the list of reporters who'd been invited. No problem, they let me in anyway and never bothered to check my backpack. Having gained a pretty good idea of what security for the evening was going to be like, I headed straight for the open bar and proceeded to get drunk.
    Because I started to slur my words about two minutes after I turned the tape recorder on, most of this piece (including about 20 minutes of a.d. amorosi giving me make up tips while the Governor speaks in the background and the architecture critic for the New Yorker and I complaining about the "Disneyfication" of the constitution) ended up on the cutting room floor. Which is odd, since I edit these pieces on a computer.
     By the way, it was at this event that I met Donald Carter, the local head of the Log Cabin Republicans. I would later bump into him at a poetry reading by Elizabeth Fiend and at the fringe festival. God bless his gay, African-American, Republican heart.

Galleria De La Constitution