I knew that if the opportunity ever came up to go to Little Rock, Arkansas, I would swing it so that I would be there on Tuesday night.
Years later, I decided to go to Arkansas. And sure enough, I worked it out so that I'd be in Little Rock for Ladies' Night at the Clinton Library.
I got my hair and nails done, took extra time putting on my makeup, and I dressed as sexy as is appropriate for a woman my age, then set out for a night of fun and frolick at the jumpin-est Presidential Library in America.
Imagine my disappointment when I got to the Clinton Library last Tuesday night, and found it shut tighter than a superglued pickle jar. The place was as deserted as the men's room at a Justin Beiber concert.
Nothing in paragraph three is true. In reality, the first time I saw the picture on top many years ago, I knew that if the opportunity ever came up to go to Little Rock, Arkansas, I would swing it so that I would be there on Tuesday night, so I could take the picture on the bottom and blog about my feigned disappointment at missing Ladies' Night at the Clinton Library. 'Cause that's how bloggers are, always thinking ahead, and on the lookout for real and manufactured things to blog about.
Now I'm off to put a big checkmark next to "Blog about the Clinton Library" on my Fantasy List, happy that the adventure was every bit as much fun as I imagined it would be (no doubt moreso for me than the reader).
2 comments:
You didn't check out the library? Oh my, I would have gone in, in a second. I love museums and such.
I wish I could have. It was closed and we had to push on to Hot Springs. I put it on the list of things to do next time. It's huge... It looked three times bigger than Harry T's
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