My kids sang at a big festival downtown last night. It was really nice.
The group that my kids are in sang. A marching band came out. There were ballet dancers, tap dancers, modern dancers and a gospel choir.
Sheesh, the only thing missing was Debbie Allen in a beret.
I was standing in line at the bathroom and I noticed the woman behind me, we struck up a conversation. She said that her boss would be speaking later at the event.
I asked who her boss was.
THE DEMOCRATIC CHALLENGER FOR GOVERNOR OF OUR STATE
You would not believe this, I know, but I was as cool as a cucumber. Then, I handed her the bathroom key and skedaddled out of there as fast as I could.
I told my husband about it. He laughed, hard.
Not sure why.
Then he pointed out a bullpen in the middle of the crowd. We were all shoulder to shoulder, packed in like cattle (yum!) But, a group of old, fat, white men was standing comfortably in this bullpen.
Every single one of them was a democrat.
There wasn't a single young, hip dude. There were no black guys, no Asian guys. There weren't any women, either. They were a bunch of old hippies (probably) just with their gray ponytails cut off, wearing suits.
Remind me, which party is the party of old, white men?