the elephants hit DC for all its worth
Our bold and fearless Captain Jason had let his drivers license expire and thus could not rent the vehicle. So on behalf of my trip to DC I surrendered my credit car to the nice ladys at Enterprise. Thus what should have been 'our' car became MY car. It was a beautiful black Pontiac Grand Prix 2006. It was a newborn, with merely 92 miles on it. The tires still had the stickers around them.
The boys and I made the trip to D.C. in six+ hours. That's a record. I drove my baby most of the way down, felt obligated to since it was born in my name. The boys stayed at Ben's place. I stayed with dearest Rachel, since sleeping in the same apartment as them was as bad as sharing a hotelroom with them. Every morning they would pick me up at Rachel's place at 7am or so then we rode the metro into DC together.
I commented to Jason, and he giggled at all of my comments, that the orange carpet on the subway floor was putred. It reminded me of the orange and yellow tiles at Wegmans. Occasionally, while working I'll stare at those tiles. Different tiles have faded at different rates
We sat through speaker after speaker. Its hard to remember hightlights from each of them, because there were so many. Phyllis Shlafly was impressively eloquent for an elderly lady. I love her expressions. The governor from Texas is very attractive. I believe his name is Rick Perry. He spoke eloquently about illegal immigration and the need for less government spending and more individual responsibility. Ken Melman is always a plus. In his speaches he always pauses at the places where he thinks there should be applause. The audience realizes its obligation to fill the silence and claps, whether they are energized or not. Wayne LaPierre from the NRA spoke about guns. Even though his speach wasn't spectacularly funny or interesting, there were many unexpected outbreaks of applause. This was probably because he said things that everyone wanted to hear, and pork barrel spending is hard to get excited about.
Anne Coulter was there. She spoke. She was there, in front of us. "ANNE FOR PRESIDENT!" a student shrieked. She has to be the wittiest speaker I've ever heard. She's also slams everyone she doesn't agree with, if I were them, I would be offended.
A boy got up and told her his hotel room number. Everyone laughed and aplauded
He then appologized, just in case he offended her. The crowd giggled.
"Thats okay," Ms Coulter said, "I wasn't listening." I shrieked and clapped harder than every. Way to go Anne. Sweet comback.
A girl asked Ms Coulter if she regreted any ethical decisions she had made.
Ms Coulter said, "thats hard. Once, I had a clear shot at Clinton and I didn't take it."
Nick, now named Lincoln Navigator because he navigated the streets of DC, really likes Mexican. So we went to two Mexican restaurants on wednesday. After dinner we attempted to hit up the monuments. It took a long time to find the monuments because the roads turn off without letting you know. No road, in DC, can just go straight for more than 100 yards. Nick found the Monuments. Captain Jason and I walked up the steps of the Lincoln memorial, the other boys went in on the ground floor in search of the little boys room. I paused to watch several geese take off from the man made lake and fly over head. There was an elegant unity among them.
"Watch out or you'll get goose poop on your head."
"Thanks for spoiling the moment Jason."
Jason and I stared up at the late president. I questioned the material used to make the sculpture. Jason read the Getysburg address in his deep imperial voice. Then Rich, I mean Sk8er Boi, radiod in on the walky talky, "where are you?" he said. I pulled Captain Jason over to a corner, trying to hide behind the door. Both of us giggled. Sk8er Boi, Lincoln Navigator, and Ben (I don't think Ben ever got a nickname, maybe I'll call him nameless for now.) came walking through. I pulled Jason into the elevator room. "I dont see you," said the voice on the radio. Jason answered, I pushed the button on the elevator, goin down.
My high-heel boots were giving my feet problems. The ball of my foot hurt because there wasn't enough padding on the bottom of the boot, my arch hurt because it wasn't being supported, my heal hurt cause there was a spike holding it up in the air. Captain Jason had blisters from his new shoes. He said putting his feet down wasn't the problem, it was picking them back up again. He gallantely offered to carry me. I consented to a piggy back ride. All the way to the World War II memorial I felt guilty, his feet hurt too, why should he carry me, wouldn't that make his blisters worse. But I did not climb down because how can one refuse a free piggy back ride?
Rich and I joked plesantly all the way home. He turned off the proper road at one point, onto a side road by mistake. There was no way to get back except by going over the barrier between the lanes. He paused to consider. I said, "It's not that high, do it." Then he did. There was a crush, and a thump that shook the Lincoln Navigator awake and we were over.
on friday night i went with rachel and her friends to dinner. it was wonderful having girl time.
So what did I get out of the convention? A lot of papers, books, and even a dvd from conservative activists. Both Rich and Jason gave me cds. Jason let me keep the Brian Regan cd. Rich gave me 'Ireland'. What else did I get out of the convetion? A lot of Tenacious D lyrics stuck in my head. I'm trying to forget I ever heard the nasty ones....
Funny thing, since I was the only girl among four men I listened to the boys talk about girls, which female convention attendies were attractive, methods of hitting on girls, and what their past experiences with girls they had. For a single girl, that was NOT FUN, except for when it was amusing, but most of the time it wasn't amusing it was just annoying.
Being included in discussions on hitting on girls, denys my gender. I was no longer one of the girls they'd hit on because I was 'one of the boys'.
When Jason starts listing off what songs he sang to which girl in a tone of sweet remenesence I just think, "why do you do the same thing over and over? Its only cute the first couple times. But if your using the same trick on every girl to make them feel all gushy and gooy then you're just a leecher with bad taste. I suppose at some point he learned that girls like to be sung to. The boy has a fine strong voice, always on key.
The boys and I made the trip to D.C. in six+ hours. That's a record. I drove my baby most of the way down, felt obligated to since it was born in my name. The boys stayed at Ben's place. I stayed with dearest Rachel, since sleeping in the same apartment as them was as bad as sharing a hotelroom with them. Every morning they would pick me up at Rachel's place at 7am or so then we rode the metro into DC together.
I commented to Jason, and he giggled at all of my comments, that the orange carpet on the subway floor was putred. It reminded me of the orange and yellow tiles at Wegmans. Occasionally, while working I'll stare at those tiles. Different tiles have faded at different rates
We sat through speaker after speaker. Its hard to remember hightlights from each of them, because there were so many. Phyllis Shlafly was impressively eloquent for an elderly lady. I love her expressions. The governor from Texas is very attractive. I believe his name is Rick Perry. He spoke eloquently about illegal immigration and the need for less government spending and more individual responsibility. Ken Melman is always a plus. In his speaches he always pauses at the places where he thinks there should be applause. The audience realizes its obligation to fill the silence and claps, whether they are energized or not. Wayne LaPierre from the NRA spoke about guns. Even though his speach wasn't spectacularly funny or interesting, there were many unexpected outbreaks of applause. This was probably because he said things that everyone wanted to hear, and pork barrel spending is hard to get excited about.
Anne Coulter was there. She spoke. She was there, in front of us. "ANNE FOR PRESIDENT!" a student shrieked. She has to be the wittiest speaker I've ever heard. She's also slams everyone she doesn't agree with, if I were them, I would be offended.
A boy got up and told her his hotel room number. Everyone laughed and aplauded
He then appologized, just in case he offended her. The crowd giggled.
"Thats okay," Ms Coulter said, "I wasn't listening." I shrieked and clapped harder than every. Way to go Anne. Sweet comback.
A girl asked Ms Coulter if she regreted any ethical decisions she had made.
Ms Coulter said, "thats hard. Once, I had a clear shot at Clinton and I didn't take it."
Nick, now named Lincoln Navigator because he navigated the streets of DC, really likes Mexican. So we went to two Mexican restaurants on wednesday. After dinner we attempted to hit up the monuments. It took a long time to find the monuments because the roads turn off without letting you know. No road, in DC, can just go straight for more than 100 yards. Nick found the Monuments. Captain Jason and I walked up the steps of the Lincoln memorial, the other boys went in on the ground floor in search of the little boys room. I paused to watch several geese take off from the man made lake and fly over head. There was an elegant unity among them.
"Watch out or you'll get goose poop on your head."
"Thanks for spoiling the moment Jason."
Jason and I stared up at the late president. I questioned the material used to make the sculpture. Jason read the Getysburg address in his deep imperial voice. Then Rich, I mean Sk8er Boi, radiod in on the walky talky, "where are you?" he said. I pulled Captain Jason over to a corner, trying to hide behind the door. Both of us giggled. Sk8er Boi, Lincoln Navigator, and Ben (I don't think Ben ever got a nickname, maybe I'll call him nameless for now.) came walking through. I pulled Jason into the elevator room. "I dont see you," said the voice on the radio. Jason answered, I pushed the button on the elevator, goin down.
My high-heel boots were giving my feet problems. The ball of my foot hurt because there wasn't enough padding on the bottom of the boot, my arch hurt because it wasn't being supported, my heal hurt cause there was a spike holding it up in the air. Captain Jason had blisters from his new shoes. He said putting his feet down wasn't the problem, it was picking them back up again. He gallantely offered to carry me. I consented to a piggy back ride. All the way to the World War II memorial I felt guilty, his feet hurt too, why should he carry me, wouldn't that make his blisters worse. But I did not climb down because how can one refuse a free piggy back ride?
Rich and I joked plesantly all the way home. He turned off the proper road at one point, onto a side road by mistake. There was no way to get back except by going over the barrier between the lanes. He paused to consider. I said, "It's not that high, do it." Then he did. There was a crush, and a thump that shook the Lincoln Navigator awake and we were over.
on friday night i went with rachel and her friends to dinner. it was wonderful having girl time.
So what did I get out of the convention? A lot of papers, books, and even a dvd from conservative activists. Both Rich and Jason gave me cds. Jason let me keep the Brian Regan cd. Rich gave me 'Ireland'. What else did I get out of the convetion? A lot of Tenacious D lyrics stuck in my head. I'm trying to forget I ever heard the nasty ones....
Funny thing, since I was the only girl among four men I listened to the boys talk about girls, which female convention attendies were attractive, methods of hitting on girls, and what their past experiences with girls they had. For a single girl, that was NOT FUN, except for when it was amusing, but most of the time it wasn't amusing it was just annoying.
Being included in discussions on hitting on girls, denys my gender. I was no longer one of the girls they'd hit on because I was 'one of the boys'.
When Jason starts listing off what songs he sang to which girl in a tone of sweet remenesence I just think, "why do you do the same thing over and over? Its only cute the first couple times. But if your using the same trick on every girl to make them feel all gushy and gooy then you're just a leecher with bad taste. I suppose at some point he learned that girls like to be sung to. The boy has a fine strong voice, always on key.