back from the SC

After 10 days of phone calls and sign waving, I'm back! I literally had the absolute best time of my life. Seriously - and I'm so glad I got to spend it with my cousin!

Hali and me waving signs in downtown Charleston. Notice the official Santorum vest.

       

One day (and after being there almost two weeks, it's hard to tell which day) Hali and I made phone calls all day - and were basically competing with this eight year old. No joke. She was a little homeschooled girl from Pennsylvania making phone calls to hundreds of people a day to convince people to vote for Senator Santorum. She was absolutely inspiring.






Speaking of calls... I made the official Rick Santorum video!!

Game on in South Carolina!

My previous post talks about the presidential debate and the annoying Ron Paul campaigners (who were almost as bad as the protesters) and obnoxious protesters who were... I guess exercising their First Amendment rights?  One protester, though, was kind enough to take a picture for us. Thanks, random socialist! You're so kind!

This is that same night of the debate in Charleston.

Hali and me in the median of the highway. 

So we ended up not getting into the debate because our way cool security friend, Mike, couldn't get us in, although (as you'll see in a few minutes) he was able to get us in backstage at the Southern Republican Leadership Conference to meet Herman Cain. Score.

After waving signs all night, we decided to head back to the hotel and watch the end of the debate and comments on the news while we painted. (Hali's is to the left. Mine's to the right.)Yeah. we're cool like that. We even asked the people at the restaurant we went to one night to turn one of the tv's from football to Fox News with closed captions so we didn't miss our nightly Fox News. Don't judge.


People from the Boston Globe, some local papers, and some other media source that didn't really tell us who they were (I thought about afterwards how that was kinda sketchy) and other people interviewed me and took our picture (or in Hali's words - "we got our picture made"). Most people had driven from up north, but we were the only southern belles in Charleston.

Campaigning downtown. Again. Waiting for Santorum.

After waving signs for about two hours, Santorum "left the building" decked in his vest and all, and he and his wife thanked all the volunteers. Hali and I visited with a volunteer and his daughter from London.  He was a speechwriter in the House of Lords - he had read 9000 books. Impressive? Absolutely.

There he is! Probably one of the most humble men I've ever met in my life.

What happened when Santorum left? I thought you'd want to know. Our dear friend, Mike ran outside, grabbed us like the world was going to end, gave us backstage passes, and we were able to meet Herman Cain!

 Ok. So Mike wouldn't make a good living as a photographer, but he's good at getting backstage passes. That's all I really cared about in that moment.

How did we get a picture with Herman Cain? Glad you asked. Do you see that crowd of media behind Herman? Yes. Our dear friend Mike stopped them all in their tracks for us to get a picture. Did they hate us? Probably. Did we care? Absolutely not. We'll never see them again. Herman Cain acted happy as a lark to take a picture with us.

To finish off our trip, we attended the Santorum election party, and we made the official page! Whoop whoop!

Dustin, Hali and Me at the election party!

Absolutely the best trip ever. Period. The end.