At the Hyatt, that is.
Where one has to pay for the wi-fi, because free wi-fi would be a handout.
There are maybe 100 people here. The atmosphere is funereal, except for one fidgety young man named Mark who says he feels “really good, because they have to recount Philadelphia, the drive-by media—I’m sorry, I just have to call them that—is just driving by the story. Sorry, I just have to say that.”
Three smiling young men have “just come here for the free beer.” Tim Eyman is preening in front of the cameras.
Tim E. can eat shit and die. Literally. I’ll feed it to him.
“funereal”
Best typo of the night.
Like my gay neighbor says, “We put the FUN in Funeral!”
That fidgety young man can have Philly back, and it still won’t matter.
#2 You obviously do not have a Dictionary. Perhaps you should look up words before considering them misspelled.
I’m one of the three men who was there for “free beer.” Let’s get this right, I had Pepsi, and the other two bought their beer. By the way it was wine that was free not the beer.