Talked with a group of very friendly, very flirtatious women just outside of the Fleet Center a few moments ago.  They called themselves “unofficial convention delegates,” which I suppose means they were unable to get credentialed.  Lots of spangly halter tops, short vinyl skirts, and knee-high go-go boots in the lot.  One of the ladies—a “Miss Brandi”—bragged to me that she’s an intimate friend of Senator Ted Kennedy’s.  She says he’s big on half-and-half.  Which surprised me, because the Senator looks to me like he’s a 100% creamer guy, cholesterol be damned. 

Man.  Being a reporter is fun.