Blind Item #14 - A Dancing Boy Blind Item

So I have a new/old source for certain goings on in Africa and the Arab world, including the mideast to Hollywood dancing boy pipeline: this is my most recent twitter follower - a certain senior foreign correspondent, and mideast bureau chief during the aughts. (More than 20% of my high school graduating class went to the same college, including her. [Okay, so it was just two people, out of twelve...] We made the transcon journey together, in her playboy dad's luxury sedan, along with an extremely large trunk full of apparently secret belongings [I wasn't allowed to look inside]. We were denied lodging in Alabama because we weren't married [maybe, I guess, shoulda stopped in Vegas {ironic we were banned from the inn, because, it turned out, a certain law enforcement/judicial convention was taking place, very probably including someone who had been banned from the mall}]. I also learned that the South is full of teen fast food workers very eager to leave [as in: where you guys going? a: *** **** q: can I come? a: no, but thanks] and alligator tastes like an old boot.)

When I get to the college times material, there will likely be a road trip short about that. You can imagine who we met up with in a certain southern college town (the one, I mean, in the peach-themed state), and the story he has to tell. (Spoiler alert: Walter's bbq had closed down.) What happens when we reach our destination? The aforementioned luxury sedan explodes. We should've been inside at the time...