Back from Boston, and off to the University of Virginia where the USAS (United Students Against Sweatshops) mid-Atlantic regional conference gathered for a weekend of being SASsy. Heh.
One final note about Boston: If you don't know what intersection you're at, Bostonian city planners have decided that you don't deserve to be there. Yep, even my hosts were quick to comment that practically every major thoroughfare is totally unmarked. I also found that true for Woostah - I mean, Worcester. What's up, Massachussets? This made for plenty of hi-larious driving misadventures.
After a little R&R, in which my laptop unceremoniously died (apparently a recall-worthy issue with the particular variety of iBook G4 I have), I set out on another road trip with my USAS comrade Allie and our pal Becky from American Rights at Work.
Armed with nothing but what I'd succeeded in printing out before the laptop death, I made the best of it. What Virginia had to offer was:
* Massive stop-and-go traffic until Charlotsville
* Many orange-clad football enthusiasts
* Awesome student organizers
* A freshly-refurbished anarchist art space in which to crash, replete with vegan baked goods
* An ROTC building for our retreat. No, really! Like, leave the room, see a ceremonial cannon pointed at you! Pictures of camoflagued gun-toting students not smiling for the camera at 4am or in some other ungodly circumstance.
* Very nice LGBT Unitarians having a movie night
That's really all I can tell you. The rest has been sealed. Well, and the part where it's bedtime.
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