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I just woke up from a nap.
Convention can be overwhelming. The crush of suits and dresses, all trying to get an angle at some VIP. The mid-level elected officials, huddling together on the side lines, posing with feigned indifference, tangential to the din. The dealmakers bending ears, drinks in hand. The volunteers, boosting their fave, smiling to infect. Convention swirls in the room. It streams on the patio. It queues on the floor with credentials and schwag.
Convention lifts you. Convention drags you out. You chat care free with buds. You grin, annoyed as someone you barely know sucks your time away. You turn to a face, grimacing, owned by one or few of those that bare ill will. Friends. Acquaintances. Strangers, Enemies. Mixed together, schmoozing, drinking, nibbling. Eyes gazed intently. Eyes darting in the hunt. Ears pricked. Mouths fully engaged in all manners. Convention can be overwhelming.
Just after work on Friday, I picked up a friend and we sketched out a hasty plan to roll down Market Street. Starting at a Steve Grossman mixer at The Athenian Corner, then hitting Major’s, the Shamrock, Old Court; to finally settle at the ICC with the Host Committee. (Note: Though there were many involved, I want to give thanks to Marie Sweeney and Curtis LeMay.)
The Athenian was packed when we got there. It was bulging into the patio area which, itself, was straining at the edges. This mixer was centered around Steve Grossman. Who, I’m told, is favoured amongst the folks we send/sent to Beacon Hill. The event was buzzing with moving circuses, hinged to wannabees. A candidate, if declared, towed a bundle of uniformed vols. Grips and Grins. Literature is pushed out. Maybe, a branded keepsake. If you only went to that one event, you would of captured the two day experience, for the most part. It’s kinda like the ‘pit’ in the stock exchange, … mad trading. Even though it was a Grossman event, just about every candidate was prodding the throng. We have the same custom in local politics, but we are way less pushy and obnoxious.
The Joe Avellone event was thin. I had a great time explaining, I’m not the ‘Chicken Guy’ - Bob Rafferty. But. we moved on quickly.
Next came the “Mayors Reception,” sponsored by the Somerville Mayor at the Shamrock. No Mayors, that I could see. Great band, but way too LOUD! Next.
The Young Dems event was flat out sad, when we got there at 9-ish. But, within a half an hour, it was bumping. I parked on a bench with a few wizened Lowellians and watched all the 20 something staffers, mix and mingle. Hipster glasses and AXE body wash make great mating ritual accessories. These kids were way more into one-upping than getting laid. But, I had a great time talking city election tactics and lingered there the longest.
The night cap Friday, we ditched the Dems and skirted over to the Back Page until last call.
My head hit the pillow about 3am.
I love a cool bottle of Visine.
Getting credentials was easy, even when tired. h/t to the Dem Party vols that aided the wandering hordes of delegates. I got there around 9:15, so early bird delegates had already mowed down all the muffins, ect. At one candidate reception, I had to tip the coffee urn to eek out enough Joe to pry my eyes open.
The Tsongas Center was a more spacious, better organized version of the “Mardi Gras-esque” schmooze fest of Friday night. Special interest groups were slinging buttons and petitions. Candidates were tossing keepsakes. (I really like the balsa wood, toy planes that Dan Wolf was slinging. I didn’t take one, but it was a cool idea.)
I’m just going to jot some observations from when I was on the convention floor.
- It was neat to see Lowellians on the big stage. Sure, the pols were there, but so were some local kids and a color guard for the Pledge of Allegiance. A girl that serves at Brew’d Awenings, played the guitar and sang the National Anthem. Lowell represents.
- I’m a push over for Eileen Donoghue. She spoke. She is great. I want her to be our Congresswoman. (There I said it) I really like Niki. No hate, here. But, I’m counting the days.
- I was caught off guard by Mayor Murphy announcing his return to the Democratic Party. His speech went something like, ‘I quit the party because you’re a bunch of crooked hacks, but I never voted for a Republican. I’m back!’ Patrick Murphy, is in some ways, THE WORST politician. But, he’s got brass balls and I agree with what he says, for the most part. Dems got power mad and shit in their own back yard. Reformers need to clean house. Even, cocky reformers, with chips on their shoulder, can help self-police the shady Dems into obscurity. Everyone on the floor, that I talked to, wants to know Murphy’s angle. What is he up to next? If he moved to Nangle’s district, there are Dems that will knock doors until their knuckles bleed. Crushing Nangle would be sweet. Otherwise, I’d like to see Patrick stay down and maximize the growth potential of family life.
- Both Martha Coakley & Steve Grossman spoke, within their respective roles. Though, Grossman is in for governor and Coakley is expected to join in. Grossman is a natural speaker and he knows his talking points cold, inside and out. Coakley is waaaaaaay better than her dismal Special election loss would convey. She got hosed by the consultants she hired. Martha seems ready to fight for her good name. Many I sat with were ready for Martha to announce today. It didn’t happen.
- The platform stuff was routine. Though one amendment took several tries to get a clear result. Renouncing the ill advised SCOTUS ruling on Citizens United was unanimous. Btw, did I tell you I think Deval Patick should be nominated by Obama for SCOTUS. Screw AG. Put Deval on The Bench!
- Three guys gave speeches for Governor, today. Or, was it 4? All I remember was Dan Wolf choked and Joe Avellone did not read a stitch of his remarks. All from the top of his head. There was a whisper going around. Avellone is a “Mitt Romney Lite.” I am not so sure. None of the Lowell state reps were giving him the time of day.
- After the Convention closed, we went to various ‘break out sessions.’ This is how we pass on valuable skills and ‘lessons learned’ from Dem to Dem. From grassroots to top operatives. It was my favourite part of the official program.
We closed out with a couple more mixers at Cobblestones and then, again, at the ICC. At the ICC, a couple of local hacks, with an ax to grind, were giving me the stink eye. That shit gets me jazzed up.
Though, not so much. By 5, I was pooped out on the couch.
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