Posted on | December 26, 2011 | 19 Comments
BALTIMORE-WASHINGTON INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
They’ll call final boarding in less than an hour, so there’s no time now for a lot of fancy stuff. I’m scheduled for a three-hour flight to Detroit, a one-hour layover and then a 40-minute hop to Cedar Rapids.
The big headline on Memeorandum:
What does it mean? Who knows? Maybe Mitt’s got more money than George Soros and has bought the GOP lock, stock and barrel. My mind isn’t on Mitt’s money, it’s on Iowa, where I just discovered that Rick Santorum’s schedule has him holding a press conference this afternoon:
4 p.m. CT — Senator Santorum and several prominent Iowa conservative leaders will hold a media availability following a pheasant hunt in Adel, IA.
Hmmm. Two hours from the airport in Cedar Rapids, where I’ll arrive about 1:15 p.m. A guy named Aaron has offered to pick me up at the airport, but would he be up for a 140-mile run to the other side of Des Moines? And then we’d have to turn around and drive back to be at a volunteer-training event in Cedar Rapids at 7.
But what the heck, huh?
If you’re gonna go gonzo, go all the way. This is the kind of situation where the only question is: What Would Hunter Thompson Do?
We know the answer, I think, and so my friend Aaron had best be prepared to do some high-speed driving across Iowa when I arrive, because my plans just changed in the time it took to drink a Bloody Mary in the airport lounge.
The National Affairs Desk, 8:10 a.m., Monday, Dec. 26, 2011
Drinking a Bloody Mary at 8 o’clock in the morning may seem strange, but this is purely medicinal: Three hours cooped up on a plane isn’t the kind of ordeal I can endure in an unmedicated condition, and tomato juice helps fortify my immune system as I prepare for this grueling expedition onto the campaign trail.
What I need is more sleep. I got up at 6 a.m., and if I can catch a couple hours sleep on this flight to Detroit, I’ll be rested and ready when I finally arrive in Iowa. Grab a large cup of coffee for the drive from Cedar Rapids to Adel, and I’ll arrive at that “media availability” as fresh as a daisy and as sober as a judge. No problem.
Well, one problem: Rich Lowry. But he’s a chronic problem, and I don’t have time to deal with it this morning, because I’ve got to get on that plane and fly the friendly skies. Wish me luck, and hit the freaking tip jar.