A Day Well Spent...

...For indeed that was what yesterday was! It started rather interestingly, what with getting only a couple hours sleep, getting up at six o'clock, taking a three minute shower, and then jetting on our way down to Shoreline to catch the St. Mark's bus down to Olympia. My usually wonderful driving wasn't helped by the fact that I thought we were going to miss the dictated departure time of 8 am. So being the resourceful boys that we are, we called Mrs. Kennedy at home and got the number to their cell phone, and then attempted to call Mr. and Mr. Kennedy and the rest of the clan and ask them to hold the bus for us. After not having gotten through, we realized the fruitlessness of our efforts when we exited right behind them.

When we finally arrived at the Church, we found much to our delight that not only was the bus still there, but that it wasn't leaving until after mass. So we hurriedly ran inside and sat down just at the end of the epistle.

After Mass we all hopped on the bus, and started a rather jolly trip down to the Capitol. About fifteen minutes into the trip we started the rosary, after which we all resumed our seats. My traveling companion was, as it is every year, John Kennedy. We had a wonderful time talking about pretty much everything until we arrived at our destination.

Upon arrival all the occupants of the bus teamed up in little groups and started going around perusing the capitol building with the hour and a half we had before the march started. Almost all of the YFLers went into the governor's office and left her notes. That was rather delightful, even though I'm sure she won't be reading all of the individual notes, but it felt good to write it. Another adventure was volunteering to go and pass out roses to the politicians.

And then came the actual march, which was loads of fun and very inspiring! The four politicians they allowed to make speeches were all very good, despite the fact that they had to contest with the yelling of the Pro- abortion advocates who had gathered to make a scene. They all cut rather...interesting figures, what with their peircings, colored hair, and tattoes. But we countered any all of their yelling with cheers and clapping for the various inspirational speakers.

After this we all got back on the bus and had an equally enjoyable ride home, talking, holding our collective breath through all the tunnels, and eating a well earned lunch. Ah, I love having days like yesterday!