Arriving In Washington DC For The Stop The Frack Attack Rally!

You’ll have to understand that I’m not used to writing anything overly serious. By nature I’m a comedic writer, an Entertainment writer with a very certain type of voice. By certain I mean sarcastic. I realize that my style doesn’t fit well with this group. You take your cause very seriously and I respect that. However, that being said, you are just going to have to put up with me because I rarely apologize. But keep in mind, this cause, your cause, is my cause too and while I may be able to make a joke or have a sarcastic attitude, I do care.

When I landed in DC for the Stop The Frack Attack rally weekend my close friend from high school Rebecca picked me up from the airport. I was starving and quite “hangry” and trust me, you won’t like me when I’m hangry. I quickly found somewhere to grab something to eat and things turned around. Rebecca was simply along for this ride and knew even less about fracking than me. I took some time to fill her in and told her she didn’t have to decide whether she was for or against the practice until people far more educated than myself filled her in during the sessions.

After an awkward game of footsie (I’m not used to sharing a bed with anyone besides my husband and I was half asleep so don’t judge me) and very little sleep we got up far too early and headed over to St. Stephens Church. The DC Metro annoys me because although it is extremely clean, it’s spread out, a lot of walking is involved and you can wait a long time between trains. When you are tired and hot (did I mention how intensely hot it is in DC) this just is miserable. But after quite a walk we finally made it.

Once we entered the church we found it had no air conditioning. Are you f*cking kidding me? Neither myself or Rebecca are made for this. We are both a bit…Blanche Dubois you might say. Luckily we weren’t the only ones sweating up a storm and whining so we didn’t feel that bad about it. This church though, wow. What a rich history, I’ll be writing a post about it on MySentimentExactLee because it really piqued my interest. I’d attend if I lived in DC, if they were willing to get an AC that is.

Right off the bat we began making friends. So many people had come out early in the morning to find out how they could help put an end to hydraulic fracturing in their community. Listening to all these stories really helped attach a sense of kinship to the situation I hadn’t been able to immerse myself in previously. It’s one thing to read some tweets and read a comment here and there on an article, but to see it and hear it in person, heart wrenching.

More to come…we’re just getting started.


  1. Marianna says:

    Gah! No air conditioning? That stinks! (literally, I’m sure). Can’t wait to read about the rest of the weekend.

  2. Annie says:

    Sorry it was so hot….that stinks…..

    • BloggersInspire says:

      The heat was so draining that we left halfway through sessions and took a nap back at the hotel. I mean we couldn’t stand it. And just waiting until I get to the day of the march where I didn’t have to pee for over 7 hours even though I drank no less than 200 oz of water. LOL

  3. Kimberly says:

    I’m sorry that the trip it’s self wasn’t fun but it was all for a good cause. Hopefully next time you asipre to do something like this the situation will be a lot nicer. Although it was nice of your friend to join you in all of this and for helping you out when you got to DC.

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