…and all I got was almost pepper-sprayed and wrongly imprisoned.
Well, that's a stretch. But it could have happened. If only Michael and I had stuck around Thursday's protest about twenty minutes or so longer.
Anyway, we still have a lot of things, observations and conversations from those two conventions that we never hit upon on the blog for lack of extra minutes in the day. So, we'll be catching up with ourselves all this week.
One observation I can definitely make right here and now is that — after two weeks of hanging out with either ends of the bell curve — it's sooooooo nice to be back in lovely godless, deviant New York City where nobody gives a shit what you think, just so long as you don't brush against them on the subway.
Tags: Democratic National Convention, Republican National Convention