Saturday, July 19, 2003

I need to~~~shower and wash my hair, but it can wait. Getting a blog in is far more important. In any case, the cat is sleeping upwind of my PC work area and the windows are open, so it should be OK for a few minutes, anyway. I also have plenty of Febreze to spray all over my cloth swivel chair. Mission Accomplished. (Only in MY case, the phrase means something).

OK then. My poor li'l girlie is without her blog page, for the moment. Or the weekend. Whenever. She did something that wound up as a blank pink page, and of course I have no idea what the heck she is talking about. But mzKitty will prevail, as always, and if not, Dan and Patti will lend a hand.

I'm not sure if I ever mentioned my day at the Al Gore campaign rally? I probably did, but I can't remember it, so bear with me, I'm old and I demand some respect for a failing memory, OK? Anyway, three of us went to this rally during the 2000 campaign. I'm not going to describe the frenzied excitement and how a person can really get caught up in it. It was crowded, of course, it was held on a parklike square downtown. Sharpshooters were watching from several tall buildings surrounding the square.. Bush didn't get sharpshooters at rallies, but then he was not the Vice-president, was he? Hah. We were standing way too close to one of the two gigantic speakers that nearly blew us over with the music and sound. Oy! Damm, it was exciting.

No-one was allowed to carry in purses, tote bags, etc, etc. Since I wasn't driving, all I needed was a coin purse in my pocket and my house key. I pinned the key to my bra. Then, after my buddies got thru the detector, they waited while I was beeped a couple of times.......couldn't figure out what the heck? The FBI guys looked exactly like the stereotypes on TV, black suits/white shirts/black sunglasses. Two stood with the practiced grim expression and hands crossed in front of their crotches (what's that about?) while I started sweating and being beeped. Finally!! I remembered the key in my bra. Two other FBI smurfs watched carefully (too carefully, if you ask me) while I fumbled in my shirt to unpin the key and give it to them. At last!! I passed thru the detector with my life....and my house key.....intact.

An extremely cheery campaign volunteer came by with a box of cold Cokes for the great unwashed public (that would be us and a few thousand others).........Oh boy, that cold soda never tasted SO fine. And that's my big story of the day. Hey You --- Stop yawning already.
posted by Lorraine 10:57 AM 
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