THIS SUNDAY: SPELL OBAMA. O-B-A-M-A. OBAMA

I will be attending this event.  Details copy and pasted from the e-mail I received this morning: OBAMA EVENT DETAILS:

When: 7:30AM Sunday, April 13th, 2008 Where: Union Square South (NYC) What: An Obama ad for Moveon.org

What to expect:  Upon arriving you will be handed a flyer with a release and a letter on it: O, B, A#1, M, or A#2.  This will tell you where to stand.

We want this to look like it happens organically. Once we establish everyones place, we will ask you to scatter.  You will have 10 seconds to return to your letter.

We will only have 30 minutes to rehearse and 30 minutes to film.  We have to be out of the park at 8:30AM.

Please be on time and please listen to Diego (The guy with the megaphone).

We have all been inspired and motivated to do this by Barack Obama and hope you join us to make this possible.

Thank you!!!

The Spell Obama in Union Square Team

Please contact:

spellobamaunionsquare@gmail.com

or

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=24702717920

FREE POLICE TICKETS

I once got a ticket from the police.  That sucked.  What wouldn't suck however is getting tickets for The Police, especially if the tickets are free, which is exactly what happened to two girls sitting in front of me in Union Square yesterday. After work yesterday I met up with Munibhen for some post-work people watching on the steps of Union Square.  It was uneventful except for the two, yes two, soft ice cream cones I had (oink oink) and unrelatedly, getting kicked in the side by a precocious child.  Literally.  I was talking to Munira and suddenly I felt this incredibly sharp jab in my side.  I yelled "ouch" and looked over.  This kid was hanging on swinging on the railing and decided to fucking kick me.  He then said, "What's your name?"  Cute kid, but I was pissed.  I responded "I'm not telling you!  You just fucking kicked me!"  I scared him away.

In case you're wondering: I'm actually amazing with kids.

Some point later, this nondescript guy walks over to the two girls sitting in front of us.  He hands them a pair of tickets and says these are for the Police reunion concert that night at Madison Square Garden.  "My girlfriend and I can't go" he said.  The girls looked stunned as were we.  I think I kept mumbling, "Hey!  I like the Police too!"  As he walked away, he said "Those are in Row B."