Things have happened in such a relatively rapid succession I am having a hard time keeping up with my real life and my compressor life at the same time. But I’m not going anywhere, folks.
Last night was an awards ceremony in Newton and Gov Baker was accepting an award after making a short speech. I decided to attend, too. I got a totally cute dress from Savers, LOL, and put on some heels tall enough to make me 6′ or 6’1″ in case I was able to ask the Gov a question. Well, I didn’t get to ask.
Here’s what happened.
Got there for cocktail hour. A bunch of folks were holding protest signs for No Compressor, and many handmade signs targeting Baker. Awesome.
As I walked up the stairs to the event area, I could see the protestors out of the big windows.
I ran right into Ralph Child (Mintz/Enbridge attorney) as I was checking in. I was friendly. I wish I could be cold and haughty but I have no idea how to do that, LOL. Sparse attendance inside, but things got rolling a bit more after people got off work.
I ran into Frank from FRRACS and we talked. Alice was supposed to be there but she was feeling terrible/sick.
I didn’t talk to any other folks, really. We were seated in the dining area and I didn’t know anyone at my table. I don’t think EBCNE really checked the guest list as I shockingly wasn’t in the nosebleed tables.
I introduced myself to Katie Theoharides (the new EEA Secretary), and she was all “I know who you are” and had a moue of distaste she couldn’t hide. I told her I wasn’t going to make a fuss, I swore on my kids’ heads. She loosened up maybe 5% but I think she was basically grossed out by me. Who knows what she’s heard about me. It made me sad.
Before the dinner started, I saw Zach, Baker’s body guy, doing advance work. He saw me, I waved and then I motioned him to the hallway. I told him I wasn’t going to make a ruckus, but that I wanted to ask the Gov. a question.
What was the question, he asked. Will Baker kill the compressor using MA laws? Yes or no. I sat back in my seat.
Baker came in and went to talk to people at tables in a tight perimeter near the podium. I was in the back table, but in the middle. Baker gave the speech, people gave him a standing O.
I waited 3 minutes too long to get up and see if I could catch Baker outside. Excuses: I was exhausted, I had just had 5 days of no rest (tent camping, then a 5th grade camp chaperone) so I wasn’t on my game. I ran down the stairs in my ridiculous heels in time to get to the door, but Baker’s car was pulling away.
Zach was at the door, still, and was full of polite excuses. I said Zach, I need five minutes. I want my life back. I’m tired. I need five minutes. Zach really didn’t have much to say to that. He and I know it will never happen.
I AM tired. I am frustrated, but I am also wicked stubborn. Heh.