Rally to Restore Sanity Zaps Phone Cells
Technology failed me. My grand plan to blog from the Rally to Restore Sanity did not work because phone signals were apparently jammed out the ying-yang.
Since I’m now trapped in a middle seat, I will give a recap of mine and MTM’s visit to the craziness, I mean saneness, of the party.
Best Costume: Actually, it was a tie between a woman decked out like a bottle of champagne and a human-sized marijuana plant. I couldn’t decide which one was more clever.
Best Surprise: For me, the Cat Stevens/Ozzy Osborne/OJ’s train set was surreal. Inspired entertainment.
Best Sign: I was going to vote for the snake South Carolina “don’t tread on me” flag that instead read “don’t yell at me” until we left. On the way out, we passed a big pile of horse poop with a handwritten sign that read “make love, not poo doo.” I do have photos.
Best coincidence: We struggled to get ourselves positioned in the front third of the action and ended up standing right behind a woman from Aiken, South Carolina. In that sea of humanity, it was surreal to end up standing with someone from my own state.
Number of times I two-fisted: Well, two, of course.
Number of times I smelled pot: I lost count due to the effects of the second-hand fumes. But, it was a lot.
Number of times I smelled skunk: Not a typo. We smelled actual pole cat aroma three times.
Number of times I successfully connected on my Verizon Blackberry World Phone: ZERO; number of times I tried: At least 100.
Biggest applause: For all the crazies who successfully climbed trees to get a better vantage point.