Thursday, March 01, 2007
Austin 2007
Ahhh! Such a great time!
First and foremost, I locked eyes with Barack Obama. That has to be understood. For a split second, he stared right at me. I don't think he noticed Melanie's or my homemade Barack shirts, but he knew Anna Crawford was there, I'm sure of it. We stool for four hours in the rain, but I would do it again. This weekend? Definitely. The rally was fuckin' unreal. Obama was like some sort of rockstar and we almost expected him to materialize amidst smoke and lights. One thing that stands out was how intense he was. He would begin to talk, and when the crowd was roaring too loudly for him to continue speaking, he would stop pacing long enough to stare us all down. He always looked at us, watching the supporters, talking about what we wanted to hear, and never played to the cameras. He may be young and charismatic, but he's also serious: about the campain, about change, about getting us back on track. I can't emphasize enough how focused and intense he was. Melanie said she wished he had smiled more, but I think he showed me what I needed to see from him. "I'd vote for that."
It was nice to feel on vacation. Even on the weekends in Lubbock when I'm not really up to much, I'm still in Lubbock. That means I'm still thinking about my thesis, or whether I work this Saturday or next, or when I'm meeting my parents for dinner, or which bills I have to pay, or why Michigan hasn't sent a welcome wagon to congratulate me on my acceptance yet, or which friends I still need to call back before they completely wash their hands of me. It's tiring. I didn't take any homework at all to Austin (haven't been back since ACL 2005, wow, so long ago), and only checked my email twice. I slept in and drank soy milk and made some friends and let the humidity poof up my hair and realized that I can deal with heights to some degree and found a jar of naked plastic salsa babies and didn't lose a game of Spoons. It was fantastic.
I feel that the weekend was nicely balanced. Tearing up at Obama's allusion to Martin Luther King Jr. and taking a picture of creepy dolls' heads because I thought they would make Steph laugh: again, such a great time.
First and foremost, I locked eyes with Barack Obama. That has to be understood. For a split second, he stared right at me. I don't think he noticed Melanie's or my homemade Barack shirts, but he knew Anna Crawford was there, I'm sure of it. We stool for four hours in the rain, but I would do it again. This weekend? Definitely. The rally was fuckin' unreal. Obama was like some sort of rockstar and we almost expected him to materialize amidst smoke and lights. One thing that stands out was how intense he was. He would begin to talk, and when the crowd was roaring too loudly for him to continue speaking, he would stop pacing long enough to stare us all down. He always looked at us, watching the supporters, talking about what we wanted to hear, and never played to the cameras. He may be young and charismatic, but he's also serious: about the campain, about change, about getting us back on track. I can't emphasize enough how focused and intense he was. Melanie said she wished he had smiled more, but I think he showed me what I needed to see from him. "I'd vote for that."
It was nice to feel on vacation. Even on the weekends in Lubbock when I'm not really up to much, I'm still in Lubbock. That means I'm still thinking about my thesis, or whether I work this Saturday or next, or when I'm meeting my parents for dinner, or which bills I have to pay, or why Michigan hasn't sent a welcome wagon to congratulate me on my acceptance yet, or which friends I still need to call back before they completely wash their hands of me. It's tiring. I didn't take any homework at all to Austin (haven't been back since ACL 2005, wow, so long ago), and only checked my email twice. I slept in and drank soy milk and made some friends and let the humidity poof up my hair and realized that I can deal with heights to some degree and found a jar of naked plastic salsa babies and didn't lose a game of Spoons. It was fantastic.
I feel that the weekend was nicely balanced. Tearing up at Obama's allusion to Martin Luther King Jr. and taking a picture of creepy dolls' heads because I thought they would make Steph laugh: again, such a great time.
# posted by Anna : 10:01 PM
