Part B

Part B


February 1, 2008. Barack Obama, Fashion, New York City, Volunteering. Leave a comment.

24,000 in NYC

This was the real deal–over 24,000 people showed up in Washington Square Park last Thursday. In order for something like this to go off, bunches of volunteers were needed to provide a favorable Barack Obama experience. I bravely/stupidly signed up for “crowd control” with my buddies at a meeting held two days before the rally. At the meeting we were told A) not to get drunk, B) not to run, amongst other things. I only succeeded in accomplishing “A,” but more about that later…

The day of the rally I had to ask my new principal to leave school early, which didn’t make him very happy, but I was granted my request. When I arrived at Washington Square the skies were threatening rain, but there were already over 100 people lined up when I arrived just after 3 o’clock. I soon learned that my assignment for the event was going to be collecting tickets from folks, just before they entered the metal detectors. Easy enough.

Gates were scheduled to open at 4:30, but the call was made to open ahead of time, so I had to RUN to beat the people entering the park. I was wearing an orange dress with navy socks and platform sandals (for better chances at actually seeing Barack), which looked great, but was bad for sprinting. Immediately, I began grabbing blue tickets and “Rapid Pass” email RSVPs from folks and throwing them in a big cardboard box. All in all, it was very grassroots–a lot of confusion and a lot of laughs. As people entered the park, they learned that umbrellas would not be allowed inside the event. This pissed off countless Obama supporters, but every single one of them sacrificed the umbrella to get inside. As the mountain of umbrellas grew, so did the pile of people waiting to enter the park. It literally looked like a sea of people, and I must say, I felt very thankful to not be standing in that crowd when they started chanting, “LET US IN! LET US IN!” I hate it when people bump into me.

Just before 7pm security pulled the metal detectors aside and signaled to let in the crowd as Barack was taking the stage. Instantly, the crowd stampeded toward the gates, and once again, I had to RUN to avoid getting trampled. I enjoyed the rally from a great distance. In fact, I never did even see the man. But, I guess he looked like this:

September 30, 2007. Barack Obama, Fashion, Live Music, New York City, Volunteering. 1 comment.


Live Free And Die

I’ve been a little caught up with Obama stuff this past week (see previous post)…whatreyagonnado?

Anyway, you should go to New Hampshire for Obama.

For a mere $75 I caravaned from Midtown to New Hampshire in a rented vehicle with 7 other Obama supporters last weekend. We knocked on doors in Milford all day Saturday, and doors in maze-like Merrimack on Sunday. In less than 48 hours, I spoke with dozens and dozens of voters. We also went to the bar in between.

One point of advice, if you go to New Hampshire I urge you to leave your short skirts and red high-heels at home. I had to overcome my apparent city-slicker-ness every single time I knocked on a door.

September 29, 2007. Barack Obama, Democrats, Fashion, New Hampshire, Travel, Volunteering. Leave a comment.

Barack for Brooklyn!

Holy smokes! Barack Obama is speaking in Brooklyn today because some great people put in a lot of hard work. For the first time in months, I am going to wake up before 8am and get to work volunteering. I am so incredibly excited, yet so incredibly confused as to what I could possibly pull out of my closet that might qualify as “business casual.” The red patent-leather pumps and the silver sequin dress aren’t gonna cut it; I could really use some advice.

August 22, 2007. Barack Obama, Fashion, New York City. 4 comments.

“I’m a movement by myself…But I’m a force when we’re together.”

Official Button!

You rock! Get with the program folks, cos I predict Obama Buttons of all shapes and sizes will be popping up on trendsetters across the country for 2007-2008 campaign season.

July 16, 2007. Barack Obama, Fashion, Political Action. 3 comments.


I meant to “glorify” myself before now, but it’s been hectic.

Last Saturday this article and acompanying video appeared on the New York Times website.

If I’m providing comic relief for Barack Obama’s campaign, then I think I’m doing my job well.

June 28, 2007. Barack Obama, Fashion, New York City, Political Action. 1 comment.

You can play at home!

Obama Store 

I just got an email about this on Friday. For a split (I mean split) second I felt a little less special, but then I got a lot more excited. This is your chance to play the Obama button game! Buy this button, speak your MIND, support the campaign, and learn exactly why I continue to write this blog and back Barack Obama for President in 2008!

June 28, 2007. Barack Obama, Fashion, Political Action. Leave a comment.

More pin, less clothes.

As summer heats up I find myself in a quandary as to where the pin actually belongs in my wardrobe. I have always been a less is more sort of person, forsaking jackets, hats, socks, underwear, etc. The button just sort of stayed on my jacket, you know? But now it’s starting to get hot, and I have to consciously find a place to stick it if this experiment is to continue.

Once, I tried pinning it on my purse, which was so lame. Another time I stuck it on my hat and achieved equally wack results. The button goes great on t-shirts, but not so great on anything sleeveless or anything made of delicate material. I’m really at a crossroads here, because I pride myself very much on the way that I dress. Am I too vain to sacrifice my appearance for Obama? Maybe the button needs a summer vacation…

June 3, 2007. Barack Obama, Fashion. Leave a comment.

Bloody Stumps

I hate flyering. Just hate it. So I have no idea why I volunteered to pass out flyers last Saturday for the Obamathon. I don’t take jokes, criticism, or rejection well. Flyering in a public place sets one up for all three.

The trial began at Union Square, where I met Howard B.–the organizer–and picked up a stack of flyers. I was a little bummed that they were boring black and white, but whatever. He sent me on my way to SoHo to join a few other poor souls who’d sentenced their beautiful Saturday to an afternoon of flyering. Don’t get me wrong, I believe in the cause. Fundraising is important. But have you ever passed out flyers? Its almost like asking people for money.

So I attempt to redefine my mission. I will do every errand imaginable in an attempt to strike up as many random conversations as possible, granting me many opportunities to present the flyer.

My first stop is T-Mobile on Broadway. The store is empty, and the lady working there can smell the flyers in my purse. No, she can’t fix my phone. No, they won’t loan me another. No, they can’t help me make the insurance claim. Her vibe is “GET OUT OF MY FACE, YOU AND YOUR STUPID BUTTON!” At least that’s what I’m imagining. So I step outside to find a pay phone (gross, gross, gross) to call customer service. While I’m making the claim/on hold for 45 minutes, I manage to unload flyers on many people.

“Where’s this money going? For the campaign?”

“Sorry, I just broke my cell phone. I’m on hold.”

“That sucks. It’s such a pain when that happens. Do you still have your SIM?

(I nod)

“That’s good, at least.”

I’m really not doing Obama any favors by being too busy to explain the flyer, but I have a good outfit on, so in my head it evens out. Part of this good outfit is these new Cole Haan sandals with Nikeaction. More about them later.

I conclude the cell phone business, and am on my way to Washington Square Park to look for the Ori Pei I saw in the dog park last weekend. Dog people in this city are kinder and gentler than the average New Yorker. I deduce that people who have dogs in the city like Obama.

“Can I bring my dog to walk in the Obamathon?”

Why not?

An hour and a half later, I finally make it to SoHo. What was I thinking? I can’t pass out flyers in SoHo! Stores pass out little pieces of soap, and crap like that around here. I quickly make the decision to try on jeans at Co-op, where a friend of mine works. The jeans are PERFECT! I’m debating whether or not $250+undisclosed discount is too much to spend.

“Did you get that button on the web?”

I ask why he’s interested.

“I never voted for president before, and I am almost excited to vote for somebody that I actually like.”

I tell him that my button is limited edition and that I got it “years ago,” as I simultaneously pull out the flyer.

Again, I’m on my way. I can’t get out of SoHo fast enough. Chinatown is full of tour groups from the Midwest wearing bright orange shirts, and is equally useless because none of these people will be here next weekend. I head for TriBeCa. The film festival is going on. Those guys like Obama, too. The ones with their movie passes around their necks totally take the flyers. Then I’m by a park. People with kids are even better targets than people with dogs. They aren’t going to demonstrate rude behavior in front of their children by refusing a flyer from a smiling lady. Especially, not if you give the baby a compliment first.

Now back to the Nikeaction sandals. These things suck. My feet are blistered and bloody. I’ve been walking around for hours. I used all two band-aids in my purse, but I have some packing tape (used for posting flyers). Yes, I “packed” my feet up. I need to MAKE CERTAIN Obama gets elected, so I can have some healthcare for my feet, which will surely need to be amputated.

I press on, making my last stop at J & R to replace a lost battery charger. The lady behind the counter looks at my button and shakes her head.

“My husband is dying for this man, too.”

I doubt she saw my bloody feet through the clear packing tape, but I can’t be sure. I give her a flyer for her husband, and she just laughs.

May 8, 2007. Barack Obama, Dogs, Fashion, New York City, Parents. Leave a comment.