Calling All D.C. Republicans: Text Me
Dear D.C. Republicans,
Washington City Paper wants to spend some time with you on election night. Throwing a party? We want to schmooze. Listening to dirges? We want to hum along. Eating lots of food? We'll gladly freeload.
What you get: attention. What we get: a sense of satisfaction for having covered both sides.
Email me with your election day whereabouts at mriggs@washcp.com or text me at (407) 962-7043.
And D.C. Republicans–do it soon.
5:04 pm
Did you actually just publish your cell phone number on this blog? I hope you're ready for a deluge of Ernest texts telling you how much you suck.
5:09 pm
Shit. I didn't even think of that (and I thought of some pretty horrible scenarios). Ernest: If you abuse my request, I'll have you sent to Gitmo.
5:14 pm
I would LOVE to get hold of Ernest's cell phone number.
1:07 pm
And I would love to get hold of yours, Amanda. You never know.
I agree, Dave: Riggs sucks. That's what he does for a living. Republicans, eh? This is really.
2:19 pm
This is an attempt at objective reporting, Ernest. Riggs may not be the brightest reporter in town but he means well.
2:36 pm
I think Amanda fancies Ernest quite a bit.
2:44 pm
Ugh.
7:23 pm
What William is trying to say is there’s no need to waste cell time texting how much Riggs sucks as one can always express exactly the same sentiment on City Desk for free.
Right, William?
9:59 am
No respectable woman should wish she had Ernest’s cell number. I wish I never had. Ernest doesn’t want a true relationship, his main concern are things that frivolous, impure, and too shaming.
11:34 am
Ignore this deranged woman, everybody. Must be some sort of a hysterical neurotic. "..impure..." , for crying out loud.
11:42 pm
Failed playwright, idler, oaf, cynic and nihilist. A loser.
3:48 pm
Such lies.