The real DNC 2008
As promised, I'd give you the local lowdown on DNC 2008. Many foretold of violence on an apocalyptic scale, what with protesters throwing barrages of Molotov cocktails and bags of feces while the police responded with tear gas and the indiscriminate clubbing of any and all innocent bystanders. The city advised workers to stockpile three days worth of food and medicine in case of a lockdown of downtown offices. (True!)
Well, there were a few arrests but mostly the media outnumbered protesters. The dreaded Re-create '68 showed their political relevance when their founder donned a wizard outfit and tried to leviate the Denver Mint. (Didn't work) The 16th Street Mall was crowded like Times Square but you had to look hard for any zaniness. Like those warning of the perils of bird porn
Cops in riot gear were everywhere. Mostly I saw them drawing overtime pay by sitting on their Kevlar duffs and drinking Frappucinos.
If you wanted crazy over-the-top antics, then you had to go to the other DNC 2008, the Drunkard National Convention, held last weekend at the Kings Tavern. Naturally, in the interest of giving you the total DNC experience, I had to go.
There was the Drunkard Poetry Jam. To accommodate Drunkards of all abilities, note the woman signing for the deaf.
Followed by the Drunkard Dating Game where hammered hunks competed for the affections of a lovely lush.
And music for drunks by drunks, of course.
What party is complete without hats...especially official drinking fezzes!
And with all that booze sloshing around, it wasn't a surprise when women climbed on stage and starting taking their clothes off. The debauchery. The decadence. The fun!
Here is one of the burlesque performers (fully clothed), demonstrating that she is not just an awesome dancer but also one of the loudest women in America...Fanny Spankings.
Tune in Wednesday for Jeanne's report on her misadventures at DragonCon.