18.02.10
“NO BAGGY CLOTHES. NO CONSTRUCTION BOOTS. NO SPORTS JERSEYS. NO Divert GEAR. NO RIPPED OR BAGGY CLOTHING,” screamed a sign on the dotted line outside Lucky Strike Lanes in Gallery Standing-Chinatown. They shuffled by in dark, black overcoats, superficial quietly to the flirty volunteers at registration, themselves in matching baleful button-ups. They were big-time federal donors, and they were here to bowl with Mitt Romney.
Washington, D.C. was still seized by a hangover from Snowpocalypse 2.0; the roads were jammed, the metro was still swollen, freeze-dried. The main attraction was late, and journalists mulled around fa, the tip-tap of blackberries peeking over the sounds of temperate guests, who checked in mutely, no doubt irritated with whatever method of transportation they had used to make it.
Burly bouncers guarded the entranceway – no, it didn’t question how old you looked, you needed ID. You were, after all, “Bowling With Mitt”.
His car was stuck in See trade, but for now the donors were placated by an equally attractive candidate for heed. Senator Scott Brown had arrived, and was immediately swarming by fans waiting outside – political groupies who had heard about the outcome but didn’t have the means to pay the $150 entrance fee.
Source: FrumForum