So I was one of the thousands of people that waited in line at the OC Fairgrounds to attend the Town Hall meeting with President Obama. I don’t know if I ever expected to get tickets, but I was definitely prepared not to. For me it’s about the adventure. The chance to say, “I may not have succeeded but at least I tried.” And of course, ticket opportunities aren’t complete with the campout in front of the ticket booths.
The night started off well enough. From what I could tell everyone was in high spirits. People were excited with the chance of opportunity. However, with only “X” number of tickets available and “>X” number of people (see, you do use math in real life) there were bound to be upset patrons. When tickets were finally “released” you could feel the tension rise. I’ll spare you the gory details, but you could definitely feel the energy in the air change in an instant. A lot of people were upset that they couldn’t attain tickets. I didn’t manage to get tickets myself, but I still consider the night an enjoyable experience spent surrounded by good company.
March 19, 2009
March 13, 2009
Weird but True
Since I never just write about my day...
I decided to make an appearance at my cousin Allyson's 21st birthday party last night. The event started off interestingly enough. I approached the door and rang the doorbell when a bird starts fluttering over my head. Now, I have to say, birds have always sort of been my nemesis. They've never really seemed to like me. I expect it to fly away quickly, and when that doesn't happen, I wonder if I'm invading its territory or near its nesting area. I back off a bit and needless to say, it didn't just fly away. Instead it landed on my head. Now, at this point I would normally try to deal with the bird before interrupting the party, but of course, I had already rang the doorbell. Being on my head, I can't even tell what kind of bird it is. I reach for the top of my head and tried to coax the bird off. Finally, I get the bird to perch on my finger, and I thought it might just fly away at this point, but he seemed to be content. It looked to be a parrotlet, so obviously it must have been somebody's pet. I hoped it actually came from the home I was attending, but apparently it hadn't. The owner of the home decided to take responsibility for the bird, and I was free to enjoy the rest of Allyson's party.
I decided to make an appearance at my cousin Allyson's 21st birthday party last night. The event started off interestingly enough. I approached the door and rang the doorbell when a bird starts fluttering over my head. Now, I have to say, birds have always sort of been my nemesis. They've never really seemed to like me. I expect it to fly away quickly, and when that doesn't happen, I wonder if I'm invading its territory or near its nesting area. I back off a bit and needless to say, it didn't just fly away. Instead it landed on my head. Now, at this point I would normally try to deal with the bird before interrupting the party, but of course, I had already rang the doorbell. Being on my head, I can't even tell what kind of bird it is. I reach for the top of my head and tried to coax the bird off. Finally, I get the bird to perch on my finger, and I thought it might just fly away at this point, but he seemed to be content. It looked to be a parrotlet, so obviously it must have been somebody's pet. I hoped it actually came from the home I was attending, but apparently it hadn't. The owner of the home decided to take responsibility for the bird, and I was free to enjoy the rest of Allyson's party.
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