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p.s. - There is one detail from the more expected glories of the evening I just can't leave out: The bathroom stalls don't have doors. Instead, you pee behind a billowing Texas or American flag. I know it's intended patriotically (the joint represented the demographics of any Republican national convention since 1960) but the irony is sweet. Is shitting in such close proximity to the stars and stripes perjury? Or is it a true-blue American act to unfurl your bowels with the sign of the Republic in your face? Let's also not forget that Texas likes to play it safe, putting her best die-hard, patriotic foot forward while still preparing for mutinous succession and considering itself its own nation, on to itself, with its own "national beer of Texas." Food for thought! Good night/morning for real this time, y'all!