Tomorrow the convention actually starts. All six acres of guns. In the morning, we’ll be making a short trip to the St. Louis Arch, then to the convention. We stopped off at the Renaissance to see if there were any cool people there, and sadly there were not, except for Steven Halbrook, who was busy being cool with other people.
Now we’re back at the hotel, and I think are done for the night.Â Bitter is pretty horribly ill, actually, and needs to get some rest.