How I Got Invited To Sit With The Delegates at The Democratic National Convention!

Some of you may have noticed...I like Obama. I've been moderately involved in the election process...more than anything, I've just been interested and feel my family has a stake in this election. I attended my local caucus and went on to be a delegate at the primaries. That afforded me opportunities for tickets to the convention. But as the convention got closer, I felt a calm and a peace about not being there. I thought that I'd be more comfortable watching it all on Youtube or tv. ha! What was I thinking? I was fine until Thursday, the day that Obama was to officially accept the nomination. And then I sort of freaked out. I was standing in line at the bank and I realized...I'm not there...I'm not there...I need to be there. So I cancelled my lunch date (sorry my friend...raincheck for next week right?) and hopped a bus headed for downtown. My neighbor came with me. Once downtown, we just walked around the mall and did lots of people watching. Long story long is that we found out a way to get tickets to the convention. It wasn't easy. We had to do some pretty good talking to get them. We then hopped two more buses, waited in a mile long line for over an hour (by the way, at this point I have blisters and am barefoot...I'm not kidding). Once inside the convention, we filled out a piece of paper along with 80,000 other people that went into a drawing. About an hour into sitting in our super cool but super nose bleed seats we get a phone call. "Hi, this is the Obama people, we're going to come get you and take you all the way to the floor to sit with the delegates". WHAT? WHAT? NO WAY! YOU'RE KIDDING ME RIGHT? Somehow, we won that damn raffle. Obama's security took us to the floor. At that point, the fire marshal was not letting anyone on the floor for some reason...probably too many people. I told the Obama people that I would find a way and that they could just leave us alone with our new credentials that they gave us and they could call me if anything changed but that I was going to get on the floor all by myself. With a little charm and a lot of luck, I was able to talk security at one gate into letting me in. He said "good luck getting any further"...ha ha ha...whateva!!! 5 minutes later I was rubbing elbows with congressmen/women, Fran Drescher, and delegates from all over the US. The rest of the night was history!



(the best picture I could get of Obama)



(a little girl playing with confetti...we played in it too!)