Sean Astin slash My husband
;)
Like that title? (heh heh)
So I was at work yesterday (starts the narrative), which is normally my husband's day. But husband had important things to do; he was an alternate at the district democratic caucus, held in the high school up the street. This is the caucus that is the next step up from precinct caucus. After this, there is a state caucus. But it all doesn't matter so much because the delegates were all pretty much committed at the precinct level--we know Washington State has gone to Obama). Husband almost missed it, in fact. Forgot the time and ran out of here quickly, before even showering, once the light bulb, or realization, hit him .
BUT ANYWAY. I was at work selling my ceramics to tourists, and husband calls me because caucus is all over. And he told me which neighbors he met and how things panned out. Blah blah blah.
"And then I spent twenty minutes hanging out with Sean Astin talking politics."
"What? I didn't hear you."
He repeated.
"What? I thought you said Sean Astin. Who did you say?"
He said, "I did say Sean Astin."
"Well, not the Sean Astin," I proclaim firmly. "Is someone in our neighborhood named Sean Astin?"
"No, THE Sean Astin, from Lord of the Rings."
"No."
"Yes"
"No, you're joking. Who was it really?"
"No I'm not joking"
HUH??????????
"But NO!!!! But why?????? He doesn't live here!!! are you kidding me? Why would he be here???"
But true enough., Sean Astin joined some Washington state politicians at our district caucus, held in our neighborhood to say a few words to the delegates. Truly. And this is nowhere near to California, and the basic caucus has already been held so there was no one to persuade (he is a Hillary supporter, which I knew). He just came to encourage folks and be supportive of the process.
Yes, but then husband and Sean Astin seemed to end up together outside and husband and he had a very nice wide ranging talk about politics.
My husband was very impressed, saying that Sean was nice and well spoken and warm and respectful. They talked war and health care and the economy and Bush, Bush, Bush, and about the dis-heartening mean-spirited sniping going on between the supporters of both democratic candidates (something of which I am extremely tired and discouraged about, by the way. We shouldn't be eating our own--I'd like us to rise above mean-spirited regardless, not just towards our own, but man, towards our own? Hurting the cause much?). (They discussed Randi Rhodes, a progressive host who said something really nasty about Hillary the other day. Sean is a big fan of hers, even though she has come out against Hillary) (I'm less of a fan of hers, anymore, as she has become meaner, and meaner, IMO).
Digression.
So yeah. The end of the story is: My husband spent quality time with Sean Astin.
Slash Slash Slash. *snicker*
Okay, no. Well, yes to Sean. No to the slash. :) It just makes me giggle.
Like that title? (heh heh)
So I was at work yesterday (starts the narrative), which is normally my husband's day. But husband had important things to do; he was an alternate at the district democratic caucus, held in the high school up the street. This is the caucus that is the next step up from precinct caucus. After this, there is a state caucus. But it all doesn't matter so much because the delegates were all pretty much committed at the precinct level--we know Washington State has gone to Obama). Husband almost missed it, in fact. Forgot the time and ran out of here quickly, before even showering, once the light bulb, or realization, hit him .
BUT ANYWAY. I was at work selling my ceramics to tourists, and husband calls me because caucus is all over. And he told me which neighbors he met and how things panned out. Blah blah blah.
"And then I spent twenty minutes hanging out with Sean Astin talking politics."
"What? I didn't hear you."
He repeated.
"What? I thought you said Sean Astin. Who did you say?"
He said, "I did say Sean Astin."
"Well, not the Sean Astin," I proclaim firmly. "Is someone in our neighborhood named Sean Astin?"
"No, THE Sean Astin, from Lord of the Rings."
"No."
"Yes"
"No, you're joking. Who was it really?"
"No I'm not joking"
HUH??????????
"But NO!!!! But why?????? He doesn't live here!!! are you kidding me? Why would he be here???"
But true enough., Sean Astin joined some Washington state politicians at our district caucus, held in our neighborhood to say a few words to the delegates. Truly. And this is nowhere near to California, and the basic caucus has already been held so there was no one to persuade (he is a Hillary supporter, which I knew). He just came to encourage folks and be supportive of the process.
Yes, but then husband and Sean Astin seemed to end up together outside and husband and he had a very nice wide ranging talk about politics.
My husband was very impressed, saying that Sean was nice and well spoken and warm and respectful. They talked war and health care and the economy and Bush, Bush, Bush, and about the dis-heartening mean-spirited sniping going on between the supporters of both democratic candidates (something of which I am extremely tired and discouraged about, by the way. We shouldn't be eating our own--I'd like us to rise above mean-spirited regardless, not just towards our own, but man, towards our own? Hurting the cause much?). (They discussed Randi Rhodes, a progressive host who said something really nasty about Hillary the other day. Sean is a big fan of hers, even though she has come out against Hillary) (I'm less of a fan of hers, anymore, as she has become meaner, and meaner, IMO).
Digression.
So yeah. The end of the story is: My husband spent quality time with Sean Astin.
Slash Slash Slash. *snicker*
Okay, no. Well, yes to Sean. No to the slash. :) It just makes me giggle.