Once upon a time I was a princess. No, really, I was. I was the 2006 Minnesota Cherry Blossom Princess. It was quite the honor. No, really, it was. I just kept it on the super-secret down-low because what self-respecting 23-year old parades around town in pastels and kitten heels? Maybe a Hill staffer nominated by a Member of Congress? Maybe a lazy dork who got out of work to visit Embassies, take backstage tours of the Kennedy Center, National Cathedral, the FBI and dine on a riverboat cruise?