Because everybody cares, right?

Last night, I stood still for four hours. That part was every bit as fun as it sounds. For the first two hours, I stood out in thirty degrees with occasional wind gusts of “Goodness, did that just blow my ass off? No? Damn! Maybe just part of it?” The next hour, I stood amongst people who elbowed their way into spaces that didn’t exist and then complained because they didn’t have enough room. I’ve been doing a lot of group activities lately, and have been consistently reminded of just how douche people can be. Even the surprisingly good high school band who played Green Day’s “Holiday” more than once couldn’t make up for their severe douche-ballness.

The last hour, however, made up for it, because I’ve wanted to hear President Clinton speak in person for a long time, and that’s what came next. And we were right up by the railing again, so I got to shake his hand. So, now I am two Clintons down. One Chelsea to go.

Come on Hillary!