Netroots, I miss you already. I feel like I was at progressive camp. I completely missed out on news from the outside world. If it wasn’t on Twitter with the #nn12 hashtag, I probably didn’t see it. My time in Providence swaddled me in a blanket of progressive thought, surrounded by progressive people, and I did not want to go home. Well, I missed my dog. I barely knew what day it was. My time was measured in panels and parties. I ate bagels and Clif bars for breakfast, whatever they served at the keynotes for lunch and appetizers for dinner. Ok, I learned a lot too.
I can in fact get up for something other than a flight or a paid job before 9am, if it involves free food and Paul Krugman.
Multiple small plates of appetizers counts as dinner.
There about 5000 outlets in the Rhode Island Convention Center and my Android battery is incapable of making it through a full day of live tweets and texting.
More people than I would have thought know me by my Twitter handle.
The staff at Tazza Café play super cool music and will lend you an umbrella if you need one.
The NPR station in Providence is 88.1.
DJ Dolo is awesome and kept me out past my bedtime, along with the open bar at the Daily Kos party.
Netroots is generally awesome. I am eternally indebted to Democracy for America for the scholarship – and everyone who voted for me.
Now I just need to get to San Jose next year.
*photos by me