Recommended reading if you’re getting ready for Philly (even vicariously)

Here’s a bus stop dressed up for the convention. It was posted on Instagram by #DMCinPhilly. Philadelphians say “dat” a lot, along with “dis” and “dose” and “dem.” “Dem” refers to “dem people over dere.” Dem people may or may not be Democrats.

who dat donkey

We could not resist slapping a little New Orleans on this bus stop sign, through the magic of a photo app called Pic Collage. If you try it with real paint, be prepared to explain it to dem cops.

Philadelphians use the English language a little differently than citizens of middle America. So do we in Louisiana. And since we hope to have have some interaction with the natives, here’s a list of some of the words we may find –um– confusing. For instance, john. It is pronounced “jawn” just like it is in New Orleans. But it does NOT mean the same thing. Click on WHAT IT MEANS IN PHILLY

Also of note: Billy has a list of parties we are not invited to. Unless we donated a LOT (or got real cozy with someone who did.)

Baggage handlers and some other workers at the Philadelphia airport will go on strike during the convention. They are demanding the right to unionize. They will, ironically, inconvenience Democrats, who, as a matter of course, support unions. Some delegates have opted to fly in through other airports, but for those who have already paid for non-refunable tickets — probably most of us– the best we can do is pack light, carry on our luggage, and display purple ribbons — the union’s color– to show solidarity. USA Today has more on the strike.


Why are we doing this?

Going to the convention. Writing about it. Spending lots of money. Standing a lot (this is the part that has me most anxious). Meetings, meetings, meetings.

We are doing this because the United States of America is a representative democracy. We’re doing this to represent.

We’ll be at the airport in less than 48 hours. I.can’t.wait.

(I’m sorry this post is not funny. I’m just so excited. I will try and do better.)

Getting Ready!

What is everybody doing to get ready for the convention? I got a hair cut today. I’m making lists. Tomorrow I need a pedicure, and Saturday is going to be spent packing. Somewhere in there I’ll make my “budget” for stories while I’m on the scene.

I was going to write some posts about how to get ready for the convention. My first post was a school-marmy take on shoes, and I decided today I wasn’t going to bother to rewrite it. Wear whatever shoes you want! Can you wear fabulous shoes without hurting people? Lucky you! Me, I will be wearing sensible shoes and old-lady-comfortable-but-suitable-for-public-attire clothes. Liz will be stylish and fabulous. That’s why Meryl Streep will play Liz in the film, but I’ll be portrayed by Kathy Bates.

We arrive in less than 72 hours.


Not an Official Publication

This blog is not a project of the Louisiana Democratic Party, or of any Democratic Party anything. The Louisiana Democratic Party hasn’t promoted us or put us up to this and they may even be a little afraid of us. We fully intend to represent the state and the party well, but if Stephen Handwerk shows up at the South Carolina party dressed like a king cake baby, you’ll read it here first.

Only one of us (Liz) is a communications professional, and she’s free-lancing this.  This is just Liz and I doing something fun together and bringing you along for the ride. And maybe turning it into a book. And then a movie deal, with Meryl Streep playing Liz and Kathy Bates playing me.


We Democrats think of our party as the one that is not made up of gibbering idiots, and we can be proud of that.

But as the convention approaches, we are divided, facing a very real chance of seeing our country become the U.S. of Trump. We have to pull together.

So repeat out loud:

“At this convention:

  • I will not accuse anyone of throwing chairs unless I personally see them throw at least one chair.
  • I myself will not throw a chair, even if it is occupied by State Representative Neil Abramson.
  • I will not refer to fellow delegates by unflattering names, even really funny ones that incorporate the name of the Democratic candidate I do not prefer, nor will I call them the names of private parts, insects, vermin, reptiles, or poop.
  • I will not mutter inflammatory words: neither “Loretta Lynch” nor “misogyny” in the presence of delegates who do not prefer my candidate. Nor will I write these words on any bathroom walls.
  • I will not cut into the breakfast line in front of delegates who do not prefer prefer my candidate, take the last cup of coffee and say “How’s THAT for socialism?”
  • I will not spit in the coffee of someone who did that.
  • I will not enter an elevator ahead of of delegates who do not prefer my candidate, press the buttons for every floor up to 102, then exit on the second floor.
  • I will not be a Democrat behaving badly.

“On the positive side, I pledge to:

  • Smile, not in a clenched-teeth “Hello Seinfeld; Hello, Newman,” way, but pleasantly at delegates who do not prefer my candidate.
  • Allow delegates who do not prefer my candidate to finish entire sentences without rolling my eyes.
  • Find topics we can agree on: equal pay ( good) cheese steaks (got nothing on po’ boys), air conditioning ( necessary).

“I will remember that delegates who do not prefer my candidate are the same people who have been on my side for eight years now. The same people I endlessly swapped Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert jokes with. The same people I sneered at Sarah Palin with. ”

We will need each other even after this election is in the history books. Perhaps more than ever.