Things were pretty much coming to an end in DC. I just had a couple of big items on my agenda before flying back to Maine. First, I wanted to hear Amy Sedaris speak at the closing session. Then I planned to don a red shirt and attend the ALA rally at the Capitol.
Amy Sedaris was a riot! She showed us one of her "Martha Stewart spoof" crafts. She made a twist tie out of tape and a wire because "twist ties are so expensive to buy these days." The she answered questions from the audience. She is so witty and spontaneous. At one point she called on a person from the audience, "Yes, you with the glasses. Oh, wait this is a librarian's conference. That's all of you!"
After laughing for an hour, we loaded the buses and gathered in front of the Capitol to rally for library funding and legislation. Did I mention that it was hot and humid in DC? We stood in the sun for an hour and a half and cheered as the ALA President and various authors and Congressmen spoke about the importance of libraries. By the time it was over, I was drenched with sweat. What a lovely image, I know!
I was invited to join the Maine librarians from the State Library and MASL (Peggy and Linda) when they went to speak with Rep. Michaud and Rep. Pingree. As we were entering the Capitol, a German tourist saw our red "Vote for Libraries" shirts and asked if we were trying to start a new political party in the U.S. Ha! We'd make a great political party. Linda said we could call ourselves the Librar-terians.
Both Rep. Michaud and Pingree were in meetings when we arrived, so we met with their staff and outlined the importance of funding libraries and making sure that schools have certified school librarians staffing their libraries.
Peggy and Linda continued the schedule, and they went on to meet with Sen. Collins and Sen. Snowe. At that point, I left them to continue their work, and I ventured out into the heat with the hopes of seeing the pop-up book exhibit at The Smithsonin-American History Museum. Did I mention it was hot? After walking (and sweating) for a few blocks, I needed to find a ladies' room. I looked up and saw The Library of Congress. Now, I know that as a librarian, I am supposed to want to spend lots of time perusing the LOC. In actuality, I just wanted to find a bathroom. So, I went inside. The building is beautiful and ornate, and the restrooms are very nice too! They even have little shelves in the stalls so that you don't have to put your belongings on the bathroom floor.
I was too tired and sweaty to focus on any of the exhibits or to join a tour group, so I found the nearest exit. Now, most public buildings in DC require visitors to go through the screening process upon entering. The Library of Congress does the screening at the exit. They want to make sure tourists don't leave with library books stuffed in their backpacks. I walked through the detector and promptly set off the alarm. The guard called me back and had me pull my camera out of my purse. I walk through and set off the alarm again. This time, I pulled out my wallet. Again, the alarm sounded. The guard searched my bag and says, "Do you have any library books in here?"
I respond, "Sir, I'm a librarian. I don't steal library books." He let me go.
Now, again in my trip I'm torn. I really want to see some museums, but my body is worn out, I can't think straight, and my shirt is soaked with sweat. I decided to hang out in the air-conditioned Union Station. I made my way to the sale rack in the nearest Ann Taylor store and purchased a new shirt to wear for the remainder of the day. I couldn't picture myself sitting beside a stranger on the plane back to Maine in my current state, so a new shirt helped greatly!
I took the Metro back to the airport to catch my shuttle to the airport. I missed my guys at home and couldn't wait to get back to the mild temperatures of Maine. As I was going through airport security, I set off the alarm. The guard pulled me aside and thoroughly patted me down. She didn't find anything. I guess I just had an aura about me that set off alarms! It must be all of the positive energy (and sweat) from the conference.
