Well, this is going about as well as could be expected. Spider Monkey and I were supposed to be hitting the road about now, headed to Denver. Bud Kennedy is already blowing me up, wondering where the hell we are. A posse of Young Dem delegates and super delegates from Dallas left yesterday and plan to soon mock me about how much fun they are having. And my new best friend, TX Rep. Rafael “Ranch” Anchia, is doing crunches, determined to out-ab me on the dancefloor Tuesday night at the Rising Stars party. Me? I’ve got Tim crawling up my bum, looking for posts, and Spider Monkey telling me, “Let’s not leave until 3:30! We’re kind of having a party at my desk!” If Bon Jovi wasn’t yelling at me right now, giving me instructions on how I can live on a prayer, I’d kill myself. Go road trip.