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Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear
So I finally took a look at my pictures from the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear last Saturday. What a day!
I thought we had plenty of time when we left Saturday morning, but I got a bit nervous when we were greeted by this line at the metro parking lot in Maryland. It was impossible to photograph. It wrapped around the entire parking lot and took hours to get through.
Once we got into the station, we packed into the trains like sardines and really got to know our neighbors intimately. Then we were greeted by this bottleneck at the Metro Center in DC.
We crawled out of the underbelly of the city into daylight and fresh air again sometime around 11 and attempted to find a place where we could see something. We failed.
(but we did find 497 Waldos)
There were people standing on every wall,
in the lap of every statue,
climbing every tree,
and on top of every port-o-potty. Also, there was much Hitler 'stachage.
Though the crowd and signs were incredibly amusing, after a couple hours of being unable to see a screen and barely able to breathe or hear anything, we gave up and made our escape out of the sea of heads. Most people started ducking into bars to watch the rally on TV just after it started. HA!
As we wandered away from the heart of the madness we found, among other things, an acapella group
and a truck turned into a musical viking ship.
It was blasting, "What is love?"
We also found a giant silver tree,
a bronze vag with a speaker on top,
and Dr. Horrible
I've been to quite a few large events, but I've never seen anything like this and doubt I ever will again. The atmosphere was fantastic. Everyone was so funny and friendly. It was like a few hundred thousand inside jokes. Here is an unbelievable satellite image of the chaos. We set a new Metro record.
In an attempt to beat the mad rush home, we decided to duck out early before the Rally even ended. It was a good decision. But while waiting for the train in the main station, I was about 12 inches from the edge of the platform and every time someone sneezed I was sure I was going onto the tracks. Fear successfully restored.
I thought we had plenty of time when we left Saturday morning, but I got a bit nervous when we were greeted by this line at the metro parking lot in Maryland. It was impossible to photograph. It wrapped around the entire parking lot and took hours to get through.
Once we got into the station, we packed into the trains like sardines and really got to know our neighbors intimately. Then we were greeted by this bottleneck at the Metro Center in DC.
We crawled out of the underbelly of the city into daylight and fresh air again sometime around 11 and attempted to find a place where we could see something. We failed.
(but we did find 497 Waldos)
There were people standing on every wall,
in the lap of every statue,
climbing every tree,
and on top of every port-o-potty. Also, there was much Hitler 'stachage.
Though the crowd and signs were incredibly amusing, after a couple hours of being unable to see a screen and barely able to breathe or hear anything, we gave up and made our escape out of the sea of heads. Most people started ducking into bars to watch the rally on TV just after it started. HA!
As we wandered away from the heart of the madness we found, among other things, an acapella group
and a truck turned into a musical viking ship.
It was blasting, "What is love?"
We also found a giant silver tree,
a bronze vag with a speaker on top,
and Dr. Horrible
I've been to quite a few large events, but I've never seen anything like this and doubt I ever will again. The atmosphere was fantastic. Everyone was so funny and friendly. It was like a few hundred thousand inside jokes. Here is an unbelievable satellite image of the chaos. We set a new Metro record.
In an attempt to beat the mad rush home, we decided to duck out early before the Rally even ended. It was a good decision. But while waiting for the train in the main station, I was about 12 inches from the edge of the platform and every time someone sneezed I was sure I was going onto the tracks. Fear successfully restored.