Gena dosey does with an unlikely partner...
By Gena Oppenheim (Writer)
In light of the depression I felt over last weeks midterm results....I feel I must once again make a confession: ten years ago, I dossy doe'd with a Republican presidential hopeful. How did a girl whose first full phrase was “Vote Democratic” and who drew donkeys with crayons, manage such a feat? It was during the 2004 Republican National Convention in New York. I was part of an amazing theatrical extravaganza called The UnConvention, which featured provocative political theater that ran simultaneously with the RNC.
After one event featuring stand-up comics, my collegues and I decided to get a drink. While doing the standard NY back and forth about who knows what bar where, one of the comics cried, "Look at that red carpet [leading to the Hammerstein Ballroom] lets go there!" He then dashed across the street and walked right in. I quickly followed.
Walking with purpose was enough to convince the “heavy security” that we were not threats. All eight members of our group used this dash and run technique to gain entrance to to this still unknown "private party." One of our technicians even trailed behind carrying part of a lighting board! When someone at the door questioned the large piece of electronic equipment, our pal said he was part of the Madison Square Garden RNC tech staff!
<----- This picture is from earlier in the day, when a pal and I were shaking Poland Springs bottles filled with pennies to scare off Republicans.
Not knowing the territory, we stealthy removed our anti-Bush paraphernalia (though I was later complemented on my faded "Bush Sucks" tattoo which, in the dark, seemed to say "Bush Rocks!")
A banner over a pig on a spittle soon revealed we were at the Texas Delagates Square Dancing Hoedown. Since this was pre-my Friday Night Lights obsession with the Longhorn state, I was about to gracefully slip out when none other then Travis Tritt took to the stage and hollared, “Fellas grab a lady, it’s time to two-step.” Before I knew it I was doesy doe-ing with the best of ‘em. It was the end of the night when I took that fateful turn on the dance floor with Governor Rick Perry.
That night epitomized what I love about NYC: one minute you can be protesting and then a few hours later you're wearing a straw cowboy hat and doing the electric slide across party lines.