All that aside, I had a good time. I have to say, the things people yell out the window at me when I'm wearing an 'Ohioans for Obama' T-shirt differ greatly from the things they yell at other times. Instead of "nice rack," people yelled "woo hoo! Obama." When I was registering voters, complete strangers came up to me and thanked me for volunteering. Everyone who passed by was pro-Obama. It gave me a nice warm fuzzy feeling.
I wasn't as fond of the boobage. Festival Latino is Boob Central. I've never seen so many young girls dressed like hookers. No one wore a bra

People also wore super short T-shirt dresses with gold chains. And the shoes - dear god, the shoes -- florescent day-glo stripper-ware with straps all the way up the ankle. I wanted to poke my eyes out with my voter registration pen. I think the fact that I wanted to cover all these girls up with a shawl is a sign I'm getting old. I'm inches away from being a "Get off my lawn" woman.
Day 3 - Vegetarian
I was perfect today! I had cereal for breakfast, vegetarian options from an Indian buffet at lunch and tacos with black beans and vegetables for dinner. Maybe the secret is avoiding Nair-related conversations while eating.
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