I was talking to DougJ about how awesome it would be to send someone from Balloon Juice to the DNC, and I knew ABL was already credentialed, so Doug and I talked about ways to get her there. As you all know, she is fucking nuts, and wanted to rent an RV and go cross country with her friend. One of my ideas was to do a BJ/ABL across America, and have readers across the country sponsor her and give her a bedroom each night in different states. After a drink or two more, DougJ and I said “Wow. What a fucking stupid idea. Let’s send hot single women to predators all across the country.” So we shit-canned that idea.
Then I worked on other ideas- like they could fly into Pittsburgh, I would pick them up, they could rent an RV, and head to Charlotte from here. That turned out to be a shit idea, too. So we looked at options inside Charlotte and direct flights, and hotel prices were astronomical. As this was happening, I was also talking to ABL, and trying to get her ideas on how to make this happen.
And as I talked to her, I kind of got intrigued. “Hey- maybe I would have fun at the DNC?” Things went downhill from there.
Long story short, by the end of the night I had reserved rooms for me and ABL, she’ll be flying into Pittsburgh with her friend, I’ll pick them up, we’ll spend a night here in Home Crap Home with her getting spooned by Rosie, and then we are driving to Charlotte in the Subaru family truckster with all sorts of left wing propaganda in the form of bumper stickers, attending the convention, and then driving back here where she and her friend can fly back to LA. It’s by far the cheapest option, I’ve rented the rooms and paid 300 bucks for us to have access to the Daily Kos tent, and it is done.
Never thought I would come out of my shell this way, but the more I talked to ABL the more jealous I got. I want to be there. I want to be part of the excitement. I hate what Obama is doing with marijuana, I hate what he is doing with the drones, and I hate the fact that homeowners got the shaft but banksters got bailed out. But I’ll be goddamned if I am not one of the happiest mofos on the planet that he is our President, and I want to be there with everyone else to cheer him on to the November elections.
Having said that- I can’t afford this. I need some help offsetting the costs. I can personally cover the rooms and the gas for the family truckster, but the flights from LA are going to cost money, and there will be all sorts of other expenses. I know I’ve asked you all to send Mistermix and DougJ and Kay and others places, so now I am asking for you to chip in a couple bucks to send fatboy, lover of Lily and Rosie, and Tunch’s employee, to the DNC. I’m going to bring a camera, an Iphone, a laptop, a video camera, and a decrepit liver, so it should make for good blogging.
Thanks in advance. I can not believe how excited I am to go to this. Having a crazy drunk black lady will make it even funner. Is that a word- funner? It’s 3:30. I dunno.