I Don't Think Thomas Jefferson Would Have Cared This Much

My best friend is a huge Hillary Clinton supporter, and she wanted me to spend the weekend with her in Washington D.C. at a rally to get the Michigan and Florida votes counted. I did vote for Hillary, but this wasn't a cause I felt super strongly about. But I went anyway, thinking it would be fun and interesting. Well, I was right about the latter.

We took off from Lafayette (on a small-ish Lafayette Limo bus) shortly before a monstrosity of a storm hit the city. We're not talking just high winds and rain, we're talking about 50,000 tornados swooping down to feed on the young of Greater Lafayette. And severe weather (and the complimentary onslaught of tornados that so often comes with it) is absolutely my worst fear. Orca whales are up there, but tornados terrify me like nothing else can. So with my stomach shaking and eyes darting around the open planes for signs of imminent death, we were off.

Not long after we were on the road, a crotchity old lady with a giant fleece sweater-blanket contraption quizzed us about why we like Hillary. I said that I am a fierce labor union supporter and I think that Hillary has workers' backs better than Obama, blah blah blah...when I was done she gave me the most awkward, tepid, condescending smile I have ever seen in my life. Then she and some other women on the bus started laying into Barack Obama for reasons I HIGHLY suspect were racially motivated (they did everything but use racial slurs).

Also, they were really mean to our bus driver, who was like 800 years old but extremely nice.

So we tumbled all night through Ohio and Pennsylvania to get to Washington the next morning. That day and night would be one of the most ridiculous times of my entire life, but we'll save that for another entry. Tornados and raisin-eating old ladies threatening to vote for McCain if Hillary doesn't get the nomination (big surprise: she doesn't) is enough for now.

Plus, it's thunderstorming.