We'd booked a hotel in the downtown area, and when we arrived a family with three small children was also checking in with some Tea Party paraphenalia. If they can face bringing three children under five to a political rally with the uncertain knowledge of available restrooms, I'd better stop whining.
So the young woman and I talked some politics. Everyone around me was collaring some friendly stranger to talk politics: to joyously, vociferously talk politics.
Observing this, my young companion mentioned that everyone in her social set were "progessives" and that she had been dragged to a Green event.
"You should have seen the mess they left," said in disgust. I concluded that she was a closeted conservative ready to Come Out but only beginning to figure out how to go about it. She had decided to come to the Party at the last minute, had come alone, and had found her way to the Metro.
Everyone, everyone in the crowds grinned big grins. Joy.
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