Miami, Day Two: In Which We Quack At Strangers
If you read my last post, you already know that Eleanor and I spent Day One trying not kill ourselves in Reagan National Airport (success!), and ended the day by going to sleep at 10 pm in our hotel room, snuggled up in our plastic-covered bed (cozy!).
Well, I think we made up for our lameness on Day Two. And if we didn’t, then God help us because we tried really, really hard at not sucking.
