the dnc convention is, simply, spring break for democrats.
denver in august is like cancun in march, minus senor frogs and wet t-shirt contests.
people come here to drink. and drink. and when they’re done
drinking they network for a little while. and then they start drinking
again.
it’s a convention lubricated by sweet, sweet liquor, the cause and solution
to all of life’s problems(to quote homer).(simpson).
the speeches have been great. well, the ones that i’ve seen.
the governor of montana’s speech was like an awesome late night infomercial
for democratic policy initiatives.
and hillary’s speech was just great. she clearly endorsed obama, and clearly
stated that for the democrats to win in november they need to unite
behind obama. that was nice. although her orange pant suit was odd.
it looked vaguely like something a japanese traffic cop would wear in a beastie
boys video.
but back to the liquor…
we were just stuck in a traffic jam on a side street at 1 in the morning because
people were running across the street going from bar to club to karaoke bar
to bar to club. more power to them. go to denver. have fun. talk politics. get drunk.
have sex with a stranger in a seedy hotel room. i mean, why not? should politics solely exist in a platonic, rarefied, patrician
environment? or should politics at times involve beer and bad hotel sex for government employees
and lobbyists?
even the most noble and well-intentioned democrats need to have bad beer-fueled hotel
sex every now and then, right?
i do think that the high altitude(5,280 feet above sea level, at least that’s what the sign
on the highway said)is making convention-goers a bit crazier than usual.
high altitudes apparently enhance the effects of alcohol and make people drunk(or, to employ
contemporary parlance, crunk).
so, people are running around crunk. again, good for them.
an aside: the security at the convention is fucking nuts. a friend of mine(a petite
blonde woman who works for a progressive organization)was wrestled to the ground
by 6 cops/security-people because she had left her credentials in her hotel room.
maybe the cops in denver should lay off the caffeine/meth/diet-pills/sugar-cereals while they’re
working the convention?
when my friend said, truthfully and innocently, ‘i left my credentials in my hotel room’ the cops
yelled, ‘shut up and keep your hands where we can see them!’
er, i appreciate the need for heightened security, but i don’t know if it takes 6 storm-troopers
to wrestle a petite blonde democrat to the ground to find out that she left her convention
pass in her hotel room.
ok, more tomorrow from spring break 2008, go crazy denver time.
moby
