Sunday, May 1, 2011

Dear May Day,

Like my experience with Obama's inauguration, I think that my May Day experience was highly anticipated and exciting, but most of the event was spent waiting and thinking about how cold it was.  Oh, and I was under-dressed in both situations.  Such are the highly anticipated and exciting moments in our lives.

I spent three hours in this guy:

My head lived in that square there.  I scared many children, and at least one dog.  I got many high fives, as well as some yells and some boos.  And was called a banker, a politician and a money grabber.  One woman pulled out a ten dollar bill and waved it at me saying "You can't have it! It's not for you!"

It was cold.  And it snowed.  On May Day.  I now have the sniffles.  It's been an entirely unproductive weekend (as predicted).  I think it's time to go to bed.

After reading Tina Fey's book, I still feel conflicted about her.  Or as a friend put it today: I love her, with some reservations.



love,
hannah

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