Not in Jail

So, I am not in jail. The protest was uneventful as protests go. No violence, which was good. A bunch of shouting, more police than protesters, a gigantonormous Geroge Bush puppet, lots of the gay, and lots of creative sayings on signs. My friends and I got many compliments on our teeshirts.

We arrived on top of the library where the CNN tent was set up around 5pm. There we were confronted with a pod of about 50 Bush supporters, who thought it fitting to yell such meaningful statements as, "Republicans are HOT!" and "Democrats are communists!" We were thouroughly discouraged. Yea. Right. Maybe we just all thought "No Blood for Oil!" and "1..2..3..4..Equal rights and nothing more!" were more pertinent sayings...just maybe. But their comebacks did have a bit of sting. "Go home to your mother's basement and shower, you filthy hippies." was my favorite I think. Because personal hygiene has so much to do with politics and foreign policy and gay rights.

In other news, I got ditched by my ride at the protest. And therefore didn't make it home until after 3am. And therefore am very tired today. Very. Tired. Thus, the blogging at work, since sitting at my desk doing nothing like usual will make me pass out today.

I want Moe's for lunch.