A bit bleary eyed this morning as it was a long day yesterday and a bit of a short night. I was up early yesterday to drag myself down town for the march. Well I had to.
I don't normally go in for this sort of thing - my idea of hell is 4th of July on the mall. But.... I know S2S really wanted to be there and was a bit put out she couldn't go. So I decided to take her place if for no other reason then to get the body count up over 250,000 (or as Trump would put it.... 1.5M). And there was some people from my building going so off I went.
As I said this kind of thing isn't my my cup of tea. Well.... it was great. It was, in the most positive sense, a shit show from jump street. My subway stop was packed and we waited for four trains to go by before we could jam ourselves in. And "jam" was the word; packed in like sardines and my chapeau took a battering I'm afraid. It was all smiles and good humor however; as we passed crammed platforms packed with people unable to board the trains were sent off with waves and cheers. Make no mistake either; with the exception of four clueless tourists (with any luck they were hold over trumpkins) getting off at the Smithsonian to see the museums everybody was heading to the march.
As it turned out our stop was too swamped with people to safely offload our train so we blew right through the station. No matter; we cheerfully offloaded at the next stop, bought a couple of coffees from a vendor and hoofed it down the mall. And it was a sight. Streams of people, a sea of pink converging from every direction. We cleverly decided to stay close to the rear and towards the north side so as to easily make our exit later.
People just kept coming and we got inexorably pushed further into the scrum. In fact it wouldn't have mattered had we held our position; behind us the streets filled up with people not able to squeeze in. The march itself was abandoned as there was no actual room to march - the parade route was that jammed. The cell network collapsed and nobody knew fuck all about what was going on. We were so far from the stage we hadn't a prayer of hearing anything; periodically a cheer would roll backwards through the crowd. We might have been cheering the announcement it was brocolli suprise for dinner for all we knew; we cheered anyways.
But it didn't matter one bit. Everybody just had a good time, snapping photos, talking, pointing out the more clever signs, and there more of those than one might have thought, and meeting and thanking the people from out of town. We ended up chatting with a women's trade union group from Chicago for a bit. Somebody in Chicago now has a picture of me and a frankly pretty solidly built member of the plumbers union, arms draped over each other with a "I am a nasty women" sign held between us.
It was late in the afternoon when we took our leave, eight hours of that being enough, and a group of us headed north for a much needed dinner and a couple of beers. Just when it was time to call it a night the above mentioned deplorables showed up and we were off again. After sending them off with their tails between their legs, despite being absolutely drained, we had a couple of more beers on the patio seating sharing a table with four young ladies from Pittsburgh, Boston and New York who'd come down for the march and stayed for the pizza. Laughing and talking It was midnight before I finally called it a night.
All in all yesterday was the most fun I've had with my clothes on in a couple of months.