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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