We’ve been instructed to stop in Bridgeport, Connecticut to see George’s family and talk with the Connecticut Post. Of course, as soon as we try and fix one problem, the floodgates open. We’re stuck in Southport for 3 hours and barely would have made it to the Intern Party at the Eugene O’Neill Theater Center if it didn't last all night long. An outdoor stage has been converted into a dance party complete with light show and iPod-driven beats. Dancing into the wee hours of the night. Jeremy insists on getting footage of the sunrise as the rest of the city sleeps.
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