It was a tough day in the dentist's chair but in the end, I came away with a newly restored tooth. The man is an artist. The part I like the best is when he asks me to bite-bite-bite and he leans in and cocks his head to the side to listen. Then he takes to the tools again for a miniscule adjustment and then we do the bite-bite-bite/listen thing again. I topped off the day with a little shopping and a little dinner out.
Imagine how thrilled I was to pull into the Sunny Palace on Rt 18 and see a Chinatown bus in the parking lot. Truth be told, I kind of miss dodging the old beasts ever since I stopped my commute on the turnpikes. So I was happy to see it and even happier to see that it was true to type with its mysterious black-out windows and its missing chunk gone from the wheel cover.
The lot was packed and I was circling round and round the lot, considering the handicapped spaces when I noticed three policemen staring at me. Couldn't figure out why - they take their handicapped spaces seriously in East Brunswick, I guess. When we went inside, the tables were all empty but the host asked us to wait for 10 minutes. Then we saw the sign hanging on the fish tank: ASIAN AMERICANS & PACIFIC ISLANDERS FOR HILLARY.
She walked past and spent only 5 to 7 minutes speaking before she left the building. The crowd in the banquet room was impeccably dressed, teenage girls were flitting about carrying violins and other stringed instruments, many young people were left standing there holding the bouquets they came in with. Other observations:
- she's quite short and not at all fat-bottomed.
- her hair was perfect.
- her face lift seems to be holding up quite well.
- she was manipulatively dressed in a red top with a mandarin collar.
- the people in her entourage, with the exception of one man, was average age 25.
- there were no discernible odors about her.
- she has excellent posture and a confident stride.
- her feet are enormous.
- the applause was restrained.
Then it was all over with and the Chinatown bus pulled away.
(This is not the first time I've been within the magnetic pull of a real live Democratic candidate. I also clasped the hand of Edmund Muskie on Public Square in Wilkes Barre PA. And JFK's motorcade drove past me when he was campaigning for president. All I remember is that I was on my bike at the end of the street and a bunch of people [like, the whole town] lined up along the roadside and some black Cadillac convertibles drove past, which was excitement enough let alone who was in them. I'm like a groupie already.)