I know it has been a couple days since we returned from the DNC, and I keep promising wrap-ups with my thoughts, but I really was just wiped out and then had a lot of other professional obligations I needed to deal with in the last couple of days (and I never talk about my professional obligations because I have worked hard for ten years to separate this blog from my occupation. I’ll just leave it at this- I teach at a university and run a distance learning program for our department. I’ve avoided ever talking about it publicly, because for me the separation between work and this blog is very important. I’d respectfully ask all of you to avoid speculation or sharing of details- if you have questions please email me). Now that I am all smacked up on the Tussin dealing with the cold that comes every time I run myself ragged (fever is only 100, so I will live), I figure I can do a little bit of a rundown.
First things first- I want to personally thank each and every one of you who contributed to the trip. It really was the time of my life, and I never would have gone without your support. I’m sure that Angry Black Lady feels the same way. We had an amazing time, met lots of awesome people, and hell, we met each other. My only regret is that Tim F. has been trying to get me to meet him in Pittsburgh for about 7 years, and I have always said no, I don’t leave the house. I guess that excuse is kind of shot now. So yes, Tim, the next time you have Steelers tickets, I will go, but only if I get to meet that beautiful dog of yours.
Second, and this only is peripherally related to the convention, but I have to say that the Motel 6 episode, even though we called it Murder Motel, was such a positive experience for me. I’ll be blunt. I’m white and I live in a town of a few hundred. I have no black friends in town. I did spend a couple years in the military where almost every one in my platoon was black, to the point that we called ourselves the oreo platoon (4 tanks, each with four crewman, and of those four crewman, only one was white). So I basically spend my entire life in a white cocoon. When I picked up Imani and Heather from the Pittsburgh airport, as we crossed the WV state line, I looked over and told them “I think we just doubled the black population in West Virginia.”
Back to the point (and trust me, if you ever heard me give a lecture in person, you would understand how I ramble on- I usually appoint a student in the front row to remind me what the hell I was talking about before I lost track). When I travel normally, I usually stay in a Hampton Inn when left to my own devices, or, if it is a convention, it is usually a very nice hotel, because it has to be to hold a convention. So walking into the Motel 6 was a bit of a shock initially, but I swear, after getting used to the fact it was not a Hyatt, I had the best stay ever. Normally in nice hotels, you are surrounded by pretentious self-important dicks. At the Motel 6, I would go outside to have a glass of wine, my neighbors would pop out, I’d invite them to have a drink, and we would spend the next hour chatting. It was just very laid back and a lot like what is like living here in a small town in West Virginia. Your neighbors come out, you say “heya, want a drink,” and you hang out. People were normal, and not self-important douchenozzles. It was just really, really nice.
I’ll leave with this final thought (and tomorrow I’ll post an update to this thread going into actually specifics about the convention). Maybe in some places in America there are just really bad neighborhoods, but I was told by a number of people, including the receptionist in the motel I was staying, that this was “the hood.” I just didn’t see it. Maybe it is because I am 6’0″ and look like I can handle my own, but it just seemed like anywhere else in America. No one fucked with me, and the way I was treated was directly related to the way I treated people around me.
Funny that. Tomorrow I will talk about the actual conference itself.
Also too, it took me two days to stop calling ABL by the name of ABL. She is now Imani. She also has really big breasts and is kind of hot, although there is no chance we will ever be a couple, for those of you who want to speculate. It was like travelling with my sister-
No, Fuck you.
What the fuck do you want from me?
I don’t give a shit, but we have to go now. I’ll sure shake a bitch.
I will kick you in the dick.
Could you possibly be any slower?
Oh just stfu and tell me what you want to drink.
STFU, I’m tweeting.
I swear to God I will choke you out with a strap-on
Ask Imani. I’m not making this up.