Okay, maybe it wasn't as bad as that sounds.
A bunch of Seminarians/faculty and I got up real early in order to wait in line to listen to Sen. Obama. He, along with several state politicians, did a wonderful job, and we went to leave. So we are going out of the park along with at least a few thousand other people, and Dr. Gafney decides we can get out quicker if we jump the fence. Very true. And being former military she jumped the fence with style, probably liberated a few Kuwaities in the process. Then I try to get over the fence, I feel my pants catching, but I figure they will work themselves off... and they did, sort of. My pocket ripped off, so I wander back to my car with my jacket wrapped around my waist as to avoid the whole world seeing my whitie tighties.