Bossy has this big long story to tell but hasn’t been able to spit it out because:
- Bossy had to upgrade her blog host platform, and she understands not one word of what she just typed except to say everything looks different now when Bossy tries to post. For example the tags are now on the right instead of the center and the New Post button is on the left instead of the top and sister mercy Bossy loves change as much as finding out Ikea changed the dimension of their square pillar candles.
- The upgrade of her blog host platform also resulted in changes to the way her blog looks and behaves. For instance Bossy’s comment section is all messed up and the graphics are gone and other stuff is missing and it’s something about the old code not being recognized due to the fact that Bossy waited too long to upgrade because it may surprise you to learn: Bossy hates change as much as finding out Ikea changed the wick bed of their votive candles. Again.
- Bossy lost electricity for an entire morning. An entire morning, people. Yes that was three days ago, but Bossy is slow to grieve.
Anyway. Please forgive Bossy for stalling this tutorial and yes this is a tutorial so quit asking.
It went like this: Earlier in the week Bossy invited her D.C. blog friend Vuboq, and Bossy’s other
stalker friend from out of town, Alwyn, to come to Philadelphia to hang out because Bossy decided it would be fun to see many of the historic sites around her hometown.
An hour later Bossy and her friends found themselves in a lecture in Independence Hall waiting to take a tour of the room — the room! — where the Declaration of Independence was conceived and signed. Or maybe it wasn’t conceived there. Perhaps not even signed. And maybe it wasn’t the Declaration of Independence. Bossy wasn’t really paying attention because she had the church giggles and Alwyn was squirting hand cream and maybe you had to be there.
Mercifully the lecture was soon over, and Bossy and her friends and the tour people and one Marky Mark in That Fishing Movie were ushered into The Room:
All kidding aside, Bossy is quite reverent when it comes to history, and just being in that austere, hushed room filled Bossy with the gravity of historical events. And Bossy was quite taken with the architecture.
Next the tour guide led the group across the hall into The Room. The room where things were signed! Or not!
And then the tour guide led the group outside where they were led into other buildings and… no they weren’t. Actually the tour guide disappeared back into the building and shut the door against any speculation that there was more tour ahead, despite the tour guide’s inability to announce it was over. Bossy and her friends and one Marky Mark were quite perplexed, which led to conversation.
And as it turns out, Marky Mark wasn’t Marky Mark at all, nor had he just wandered off the set of On the Waterfront. No, it turns out he was a helluva nice guy from out of town who had nothing to do and was as hungry as the next frizzy-haired blogger and her friends, and so the four of them hopped a cab uptown where they settled into a nice
river of wine lunch:
And the four of them carried on like old friends, which they were, sort of. At least, the four were counterparts in believing one should remain open and game to situations which present themselves, or else you miss life.
And that’s how Bossy picked up a guy in Independence Hall. Bossy’s pretty certain that sentence has never been uttered before. Well, except for that Ben Franklin.