This is a story about Elly and Fill, and more marginally, dancing. Their names are changed to protect their confidentiality. Elly is a young, college-aged student organizer. Fill, who looks, talks, and acts like (and might actually be) this character from Syriana, is a generic operative.

Elly: Do you know about Students for Saving Social Security?

Me: I guess, generally.

Elly: See, President Bush put in a thing for having private accounts, and Congress wants to take it out –

(Fill, who I had seen yucking it up at another table minutes before, appears out of nowhere) 

Fill: Hi [looks at nametag] Elly, we haven’t met yet, I’m sorry to interrupt. You can’t say private accounts, you gotta say personal accounts. When you say private, people think corporate, like corporations are gonna control their money, they think of prisons and things in their towns being privatized, and they aren't going to control their money anymore. You gotta say personal accounts.

It's sort of difficult to not give oneself away without lying (I had to remove the Books not Bombs sticker from my laptop), but so far so good. I even found my way into last night's NRA banquet, and have had quite a few interesting (if sort of one-way, I prefer not to answer questions) conversations.

Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I think its my turn to play Dance Dance Revolution. Anything for the cause!