It was announced yesterday that Obama will be making a stop here in our little corner of the world next week. Free tix to the Chay-Chay-Chaaaynge U.S. Tour (in my head, OB always has backup singers) were available today from 10 – 12. Around 11, I figured I’d give it a shot and see if any were left — seeing a possible presidential candidate, and an historic one at that, doesn’t happen every day — so MP and I made a trip into town.
Turns out tix WERE available, however, the most excellent FREE kind were sold out. There were, however, plenty of the volunteer two hours and make 150 calls in a room with “SUPER nice” people and THEN get your tix kind left. And when Obama’s perky 20-something gold-star volunteer asked me if I was an Obama supporter, I answered “Why yes! Yes I am!” which sounded so much better than, “No, I’m still 100% undecided about this entire race, and really only interested in FREE stuff.”
And then I gave her my name and address, because somehow I thought that would protect me from those “SUPER nice” people making calls, when in fact, it will more than likely just INCREASE my chances of being harrassed.
I admit it. With a line of people behind me patiently waiting their turn, I panicked. So I asked if MP could have a sticker. If my SUPER CONSERVATIVE WITHOUT KNOWING WHY brother lived here it would SO be going on his bumper. And if Grammy and Poppy didn’t read this blog, I would be outside right this instant, plastering their truck and recording the moment for posterity.
Instead, I’ve decided the stickers are most definitely going on my ultra right wing boss’s car. I may even videotape it, post it, risk exposure, and see how fast I can get my ass fired. (Why helluuu 11-year-old boy. Nice to see you.) Which would leave me free to blog ALL DAY, EVERY DAY (yay!) sinking deep into abject poverty (boo.).
Sounded great until the whole no money thing.
I’m SO doing it.
So back to Obamatown. Alas, no tix, but we left with our stickers, went directly next door to my favorite shoe store and purchased the most adorable pair of Keens for MP. For what I paid (gulp), these will easily be her one and only pair of shoes this summer, but they were so darn cute I couldn’t stop myself.
AND, now we match. Aww.