Rewind a few weeks.
I get an email from the hotel where I plan to stay on
this particular trip suggesting I find another place to stay due to the Presidential
Debate scheduled for the day I arrive. The debate is down the road and there
will be some road closures in the area, particularly the main roads on either
side of the hotel.
I gather the info I am able to gather by exchanging
emails with the hotel manager and decide that since my hotel is just down the
road from my office, if I cannot get to my hotel I can’t get to my office so I
am not going to the trouble to change my reservation.
I find an open entrance to the hotel and pull up to find
a tent, five swat type men, and a dog. They instruct me to turn off my engine
and open my hood. I explain that this is a rental car so while I can turn off
the engine I am not sure how to pop the hood.
The swat guy is super nice and helps me out.
After the dog walks through my car and gives it the all
clear, I am told to go ahead and pull into the lot.
I walk into the hotel door to be met by security, a metal
detector, a luggage scanner, and a lot of men in black suits with white things
behind their ears. I am put through a process just like the TSA at the airport
and allowed to go check in.
At this point I am certain either Romney or Obama will be
staying in my hotel and I am freaking out only a little bit.
After checking, parking my car, going through the
screening process again, I decide to go unpack and then eat dinner in the hotel
to avoid leaving until Tuesday morning when I need to go into the office.
I had a little snafu with my key which caused me to be
moved to another room but that was okay because I was told “This is a better
room.”
I sat in the restaurant and enjoyed a turkey burger while
working for a bit. I was also watching the people coming in the front door and
counting the men in black. There were way to many to count.
When my laptop battery finally died I headed back up to
my room to decompress before working some more. In the elevator I struck up a
conversation with a man dressed in jeans.
“Are you part of this craziness?” I asked.
“Not really, I am with NBC. Are you?” He replied.
“No, I am just here for work. My office is down the
street.”
“Well, you picked a good week to come. You know the
President is staying here.”
“Oh, is he? That would explain all this!” Man, I am good
under pressure!
I walk down the hall to my room as all of this is hitting
me.
The President of the United States of America is staying
in the same hotel as me. How awesome is that?
Then I realize, not only is he staying in this hotel his
room is four doors down! It’s the room with the 12 secret service agents
gathered around the door!
I calmly walked into my room. Calmly called Shawn.
Then, and only then, did I let myself freak out.
How insane is this? President Obama is staying four doors
down the hall. I look out my living room window and I see his window!
Do you know what that means?!
MICHELLE IS HERE TOO!!!
OMG. Michelle is going to be my new best friend. I just
know it!
We are totally going for a run together in the morning.
Shawn asks me what I will say when I meet him.
Well, of course I know what I will say! I will say “Wow.
You are the President.”
That’s what I will say because no matter how awesome I
try to be, I am an introverted nerd at heart.
I am writing this on Monday night, the debate has yet to
happen. I plan to watch out my window for the Obamas to return from the big
debate. But that’s another story for tomorrow. Stay tuned!!
(Please do not leave me comments with your thoughts about The Obama Family or who you are voting for or whatever other political nastiness you might feel you should share with me. This post is about me and my brush with fame. It has nothing to do with politics. Thank you.)
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