Well, she woke me up at 10:15, and told me to get dressed. At 10:30, she made me find her "good" stroller - the larger one with the pockets and sub-visor. We then proceeded to walk up Broadway 1.5 miles until we found what we assumed was the line to the rally. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a line to donate blood. After Vi gave them a pint, we proceeded one more block to Civic Park, and found a much larger line that disappeared around the block. We found the end of the line, and stood there. One minute later the line exploded, er, dispersed. Everyone started walking towards the capital building. I asked someone why people were walking that way, and a kind fella told us that they had set speakers up in the park so that losers and late-comers could hear the goings-on where the cool people were. Not wanting to look like losers, we walked in the opposite direction until that guy was out of sight. Then we doubled back and up the hill to find a nice spot on the steps of the capital building. As we wer
e on the 15th step, we were exactly 5280 feet above sea level. I turned to make small-talk with a nice couple sitting next to me, and soon discovered that Vi had ditched me to get a better view of the proceedings by climbing the statue in the middle of the lawn. I felt betrayed and a little hurt that she didn't include me in her excursion, and I must admit I felt the warm hand of justice when she got busted by the local police, who retur
ned her to me. I then overheard a lady telling her daughter to be brave. "You're going to just have to be brave for me sweety", "You're gonna have to brave and not poop for a while, there's no way we can get through all those people." Vi overheard the conversation, too, and told the lady about the 40+ porta-potties we had passed when we doubled back after the line bust-up. The lady was elated that her daughter would be able to drop one sooner than later, and offered Vi a free Obama button as compensation. "Would you like a button?" "Sure." "What
color?" "I don't care, as long as it has Obama on it." She digs through her bag of beautiful home-made buttons, pulling out her most prized one. She holds it above her head and admires it in the sunlight, turning it back and forth, front to back, before smiling and pinning it on Vi's tomato hat. ( At this point, I'm pretty sure the little girl has already dropped her load, as her mother was taking her sweet-ass time with the button crap, but I wasn't gonna say anything - the button was really nice.) We got kinda bored sitting there, as nothing had really started yet, so we got up and walked around. We walked around the perimeter of Civic Park, trying to see if there was an angle to view the speakers (the human kind). We then heard Bill Ritter speak, and some other people, and then some music, and , finally, Obama himself. We walked around the perimeter some more. We saw loony folks making videos about how there is no freedom of speech inside Civic Park right now because they wouldn't let people take signs into the park. We saw sharpshooters on the
roofs of buildings. We saw some crazy anti-'O-BOMB-A' stinky people walking around. We saw a dead dog in the middle of the street. We never got the line of sight we were hoping for, but it was totally fun nonetheless. Then Obama started talking about education, and how we the people need to take responsibility for ourselves and turn out lights we don't need to use. And we were happy. Then Vi drank a fifth of vodka she had hidden in the pocket of her Stroller and passed out. I then wheeled her 1.5 miles back home. We fell asleep on the bed, and took a nap. I was late for improv. -Hermann
Well, she woke me up at 10:15, and told me to get dressed. At 10:30, she made me find her "good" stroller - the larger one with the pockets and sub-visor. We then proceeded to walk up Broadway 1.5 miles until we found what we assumed was the line to the rally. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a line to donate blood. After Vi gave them a pint, we proceeded one more block to Civic Park, and found a much larger line that disappeared around the block. We found the end of the line, and stood there. One minute later the line exploded, er, dispersed. Everyone started walking towards the capital building. I asked someone why people were walking that way, and a kind fella told us that they had set speakers up in the park so that losers and late-comers could hear the goings-on where the cool people were. Not wanting to look like losers, we walked in the opposite direction until that guy was out of sight. Then we doubled back and up the hill to find a nice spot on the steps of the capital building. As we wer
e on the 15th step, we were exactly 5280 feet above sea level. I turned to make small-talk with a nice couple sitting next to me, and soon discovered that Vi had ditched me to get a better view of the proceedings by climbing the statue in the middle of the lawn. I felt betrayed and a little hurt that she didn't include me in her excursion, and I must admit I felt the warm hand of justice when she got busted by the local police, who retur
ned her to me. I then overheard a lady telling her daughter to be brave. "You're going to just have to be brave for me sweety", "You're gonna have to brave and not poop for a while, there's no way we can get through all those people." Vi overheard the conversation, too, and told the lady about the 40+ porta-potties we had passed when we doubled back after the line bust-up. The lady was elated that her daughter would be able to drop one sooner than later, and offered Vi a free Obama button as compensation. "Would you like a button?" "Sure." "What 
color?" "I don't care, as long as it has Obama on it." She digs through her bag of beautiful home-made buttons, pulling out her most prized one. She holds it above her head and admires it in the sunlight, turning it back and forth, front to back, before smiling and pinning it on Vi's tomato hat. ( At this point, I'm pretty sure the little girl has already dropped her load, as her mother was taking her sweet-ass time with the button crap, but I wasn't gonna say anything - the button was really nice.) We got kinda bored sitting there, as nothing had really started yet, so we got up and walked around. We walked around the perimeter of Civic Park, trying to see if there was an angle to view the speakers (the human kind). We then heard Bill Ritter speak, and some other people, and then some music, and , finally, Obama himself. We walked around the perimeter some more. We saw loony folks making videos about how there is no freedom of speech inside Civic Park right now because they wouldn't let people take signs into the park. We saw sharpshooters on the
roofs of buildings. We saw some crazy anti-'O-BOMB-A' stinky people walking around. We saw a dead dog in the middle of the street. We never got the line of sight we were hoping for, but it was totally fun nonetheless. Then Obama started talking about education, and how we the people need to take responsibility for ourselves and turn out lights we don't need to use. And we were happy. Then Vi drank a fifth of vodka she had hidden in the pocket of her Stroller and passed out. I then wheeled her 1.5 miles back home. We fell asleep on the bed, and took a nap. I was late for improv. -Hermann
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