Obama, Blouse & Full-Bellied: September 4th, 2012
Event: work, work meeting, dinner with friends
Outfit: Blouse & pants: The Limited; Bangles & sandals: Target
Full day today! Started off the short week with my first PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE of the season. Always makes me feel like fall is a comin’, even if the temperatures rose into the high 80s today. After work we had our first departmental meeting of the year, which awesomely was held about a mile from the restaurant where my friend Andrea is a part-time server. Laura drove out from Chicago and we indulged (to a big degree) on Chinese food while chatting with Andrea whenever possible.
…And now I just ate some of my free (thanks, Andrea!) dessert whilst tearing up to Michelle Obama at the DNC. I could not love our first lady more (…or want her arms more). After the RNC last week, I really, really needed that speech, Mrs. Obama. Thank you.
In the post-speech CNN interviews, one of my favorite quotes went something like “When you make it to the top, you don’t slam the door on those at the bottom.” I feel like that is exactly how I was raised. I’m lucky, and I’m very aware of it. I’m first generation American and I’m debt-free, college educated, and employed. I have parents who came from very little and worked very hard to get where they are today. I find that very, very inspiring, and—I’m realizing more and more—it really is cementing my vote this November. The things I believe in? That I value (civil rights, for one)? I don’t see them in the Republican platform this year. The American Dream that I believe in? That, really, I’m lucky enough to be living? It’s just not what I’m hearing from Mitt Romney.
I know our beliefs might differ, readers. And that is just fine. But this is my teensy corner of the internet and I am so giddy over the DNC right now, and feeling giddy about politics is a good feeling. Can’t wait for Thursday night. If tonight is any indication, I’d better have some more cheesecake (just because) and Kleenex at the ready. Well, I cried a little during the RNC, too…but they were very different tears. Clint Eastwood, I was craving an encore viewing of Gran Torino and then, well, THE CHAIR happened.
Tomorrow I’ll go back to, I don’t know, New York Fashion Week or something. But tonight I’m feeling so hopeful for November.