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Things that tickle me.

These things gave me a snarky grin today.
1. Watching videos of Bill O'Reilly being an utter tool and getting owned by his guests.
2. Keeping secrets.
3. Knowing I experienced a once-in-a-lifetime political rally yesterday with my two best girlfriends.
4. The best of them all - in 8 days I'll be seeing the one and only Rehasher for the first time in years as they perform their return to the live music scene show at this year's Fest.

Suddenly I don't feel like writing. This is tragic. This whole day has gone to the dogs.

1. My knees are aching today. I'm not sure if it's weather related or something to do with not moving around much in my sleep last night. Either way, the result of whatever really sucks.

2. After the political rally in Gainesville, I went to Ocala last night to work out. Angela and I rode in her car and when we got to the gym, I took my ring off and put it in the car door handle. And I left it there. That means I get to drive all the way back to Ocala tonight and get it because I'm not going to think about going another night without it. It needs to either be on my finger, or in a pouch in my jewelry box. Ugh!

Up until a couple days ago, I was going to be going to a Rise Against concert tonight. I sacrificed that concert for another fun (and more secretive) outting. There were many reasons I was willing and chose to make this trade-off -- for starters, my two best RA concert friends were both going to be unavailable the night of the concert. And being as it's our tradition, I don't really want to go without them. Secondly, I love the fellow I'm taking this new outting with, so there's that. And lastly, I knew if I did both these outtings, I would a little more pressed for cash than I feel comfortable with.

All that considered, I changed my mind about going to see Rise Against. However, I will say were all those reasons removed, I probably would have chosen Rise Against with my buddies. Granted the other outting is with the person I love, but aside from that fact there's nothing I'd rather be doing that night (this night) than seeing Rise Against play (with Alkaline Trio and Thrice (if they'd play old stuff)) along side Gary and Travis. Meh. The sacrifices we make.

I don't know why I was number things.

I went to a political rally -- an Obama rally -- yesterday with Susan and Angela. It was incredible. I can't begin to describe the intense emotion and energy in that crowd. I don't know the quantity of people there, but I know I've never seen it more crowded near the Hipp -- not even on Dirty Hippie Flea Market sale day (which I mean in a great way, I love the flea market!).

I got some photos from the rally. I'll post a couple here. I'm still waiting on the ones from Angela's camera. They turned out great as well.

After going to this -- my first political rally, I am 100 % certain political rallies are things every passionate, conscious American should experience.

It's comparable to a concert, the Fest, a great summit or convention in the sense that every person (for the most part) is there because they share a common interest with you. With YOU. You spend however long surrounded by people who are passionate about the same things you are. There is no other feeling like meeting a perfect stranger who feels the same way you do at that very moment.

Concerts make me this way too, but not in the exact same way. Concerts are week-altering, perhaps even month-altering if they're damn good like the Fest. But political rallies are literally life-altering.

I went to a political rally. I listened to Michelle Obama (and several other state and local representatives, including Bill Nelson) speak. And when I say speak, I mean encite, evoke, engage -- truly the most enlivening speakers/rally I've ever witnessed.

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