Big talkers, big name droppers, big hair, big hats – Howdy from Texas!

I love Texas. Maybe it’s because my kin is from these parts of the country, but I received 3 messages on my phone when I got off the plane of people calling me: “Hi Sugar, it’s Nana. You’re in the best city – the city where I was raised up! I love you darlin’. Call me”. “Hey Kelly, this is Sharon! You don’t need to stay in that hotel girl. You can stay with us. Call me when you get in.” “Hey girl, it’s Dad. You must be in THE city by now!”. FEELIN’ THE TEXAS LOVE. It’s going to be a good trip. Now on to darker prospects…..
The Hill. For those of us who live in DC, it seems like a segregated place. The Hill people stay on their side. The rest of us stay on our side. No one gets hurt. I’ve decided there is a reason those of us non-hill employees stay on our side: we aren’t obsessed with power. One interesting quality that seems across the board is that everyone on this trip who descended from the hill thinks that one day they will either work in the White House either behind the scenes or as President. It is a definite possibility. Some volunteers appear to be shining stars while others are full of shit.
I’ll tell you the story of someone I’ll call D. I sat next to D on the plane. D went to an Ivy League school. D grew up on the Upper West Side. Went to a shee-shee private school, partied with people who partied with the Hiltons, said the closest thing to his high school was “Cruel Intentions”. D had an internship with a SUPER famous senator. He drinks scotch (drank some on the plane). He’s just out of college. He ended up saying something about buying scotch in 15 years, but at that point he’ll be 37 and may have a wife and kids. Very upset that it took him 4 whole months to find a job, but lo and behold he landed it today and he’s sure I’ll get a job very soon. He did not land a job on the Hill, but would desperately like to work up there. When he found out that not only did I a.) not work on the hill and b.) don’t have a paying job, he quickly lost interest in kissing my ass. However, the guy sitting next to me works for a certain famous female representative from California. All of the sudden D’s ears perked up. Let’s play the “do you know” name-dropping game. To his credit, he does talk poorly about his former high school days.
The next leg, I sat next to BT – Boring Talker. He must have Ausberger’s Syndrome because BT could not read my social cues. He was telling me the longest story about how he ended up working for the DNC. Before the DNC, it was NGO X and he was hob-nobbing with ambassadors. It was all that I could do to smile and nod while he continued to hack and sneeze his sick way through this snooze fest of a story.
Luckily, there are cool people on this trip. One is my roommate and she does not work on the Hill! Surprise, surprise. The other is a kid that has an internship with a certain kick ass Senator from NY!!!Tomorrow is GOTV day. GOTV= Get Out the Vote. We are going to get the votes out early for our dems.

That was written last night - jet lagged and all. Now imagine this - allegedly there is wireless internet in this days in. Not in the room though. "Ah ma'am, it's downstairs." Not in the lobby. The wireless signal is right in front of an office door. All of us are crowded around it attempting to connect to the world outside of the Days Inn in the sketch part of town.

Training begins soon! Should be FUN. FUN FUN!!!