Make Room

In order to house seventeen Republican delegates in our apartment (as well as Alan Keyes if that futon in Williamsburg falls through), I will be making my way to Long Beach Island for four days. Yes, Long Beach Island, the land of bored, menacing teenagers, horsefly-filled beaches, and spiked chowder.

Mr. Keyes, feel free to play the Gamecube, but please don't touch my Xbox.