I headed off solo to the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear on the Mall in Washington, DC, yesterday. The plan was to meet my niece downtown. Not to get stuck waiting, futilely, for a train I could squeeze onto to get downtown.
Instead, our little platform at the Van Ness Metro station on the red line became an impromptu gathering for the hordes of people who had to let packed train after packed train go by. Which is when I decided that going to rallies is a perfectly enjoyable situation for solo travelers (if I'd happened to be from out of town.)
While I waited, I chatted with and got a photo of a mother and her tiger-costumed baby; a couple with their 7-year-old holding her mother's sign saying, "I have Republican friends. They're not all insane;" a young guy in the platform throng with a sign saying, "I hate crowds;" a space alien of some sort; an older woman who was attempting to meet a friend on the Mall; and several others.
I happened to run into a friend on the platform so was no longer solo for my rally attendance. But it would have been a fun event either way. There was so much to look at. I couldn't hear the guest stars, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert, described by The Washington Post as "the founding fathers of fake news."