Day 5 for me and Wooly the dog down in the 50th. We distributed election materials, sweated, met Francine Busby, sweated some more, and walked miles. I tell you this much friends...if we lose this election, it ain't gonna be from lack of trying.
We drove down this past tuesday from Palo Alto to help Francine Busby win this freaking thing. This weekend was GOTV in high gear. I spent 20 hours yesterday and today distributing election materials to some beau-tee-ful homes in Carmel Valley, Carlsbad, and Cardiff. If any of you know these areas, you'll know they're gorgeous, affluent, and predominantly republican. I know that moral victories kinda suck at this point, but I can't help but be amazed that we're competitive in this district. We should be blown out of the water, and right now, it's anyone's guess as to who will win. Before I kissed my fiancee goodbye on tuesday, I told her that if Francine can pull this victory out, the first thing I was going to do wednesday night when I returned is do a celebratory victory lap around downtown Palo Alto, buck naked. So if any of you see a short nude guy running down University Ave, don't bother checking the Internet...Francine pulled it out. Thank god my fiancee is an attorney.
Wooly the dog and I met Francine for the first time today at campaign HQ. I'd be doing this work anyway, because...well you know why...but it makes it that much sweeter knowing that the candidate I'm busting my ass for is wonderful. In fact, I liked her so much I felt compelled to give her a hug. She felt pretty bad about the immigration flub, but I don't think that's going to matter much. You know, I don't really think of myself as a conspiracy theorist, but the circumstances of that fateful thursday evening were just too strange to be believable. In any event, it's out of the news now, and it'll most likely be one small blip in the typical series of campaign blips.
Well that's it for now...we're gonna get some rest and then wake up and kick as much ass as we can tomorrow.
Later all.