timetowaste
Well-Known Member
So as you all know, I live in Arizona. I was a Clinton fan, I'm not going to lie. Not an Obama fan persay, but in my heart of hearts, I do agree with his views more than McCain's, so I voted Obama. McCain HAD ME, until he chose SARAH PALIN as his vice president. She is in my nightmares folks, I can't bank on that one becoming prez one day.
SO living in Arizona and watching CNN, it became clear very quickly who was going to win. Who am I to miss out on a once in a lifetime concession speech? My friend Jamie and I hightailed it down to Phoenix (about 20 min away from me) to get to the Biltmore hotel and see this go down in person.
I'll skip the details, but I was singing in my head "one of these things is not like the other..." as I stood online waiting to get in. These people were crazy, dressed from head to toe in McCain paraphernalia, and chanting Nobama as we waited to get in. I felt anxious and out of place, like a walking target.
By the time we get through the metal detectors and all the international media recording, McCain is ending his speech, and I can barely see him through a thin red veil covering the left side of the stage. I see Sarah Palin, who, in all honesty, I WANTED TO SEE HER.
He says good bye, everyone cheers, there is tears, there is booing, there is a lot going on. The crowd is enormous, there are people yelling about Socialist America, the orchestra is booming, the candidates have disappeared, and security is abound EVERYWHERE. There are snipers on the rooftops, media left and right, bright lights shining in my eyes, and the ominous music of a disappointing defeat blasting in my ears.
Jamie and I stayed put, hoping for a miracle or something. We sat in front of the fountain on the lawn and watched the crowd clear out, making idle chat as we waited to make a safe exit with minimal traffic exiting the parking lot.
There she was. Suddenly. Sarah Palin. Out and about fluttering like a social butterfly, greeting remaining VIP's and probably huge money-givers and thanking them for their support. Jamie and I looked at each other, and I knew what I had to do.
I got up and strode through the remaining people who seemed completely unaware of her presence, marched right up to her, big smile on my face and said GOVERNOR PALIN...WOW! My name is Tracy, and I have to tell you what a PLEASURE it is to meet you.
"Well hello, Tracy. It's wonderful to meet you, thank you for your undying support throughout this campaign, it was a toughie, but we made it thro----"
"OH NO, Governor Palin!" I laugh heartily at her assumption of support. "No no, Governor Palin. I don't support you! I just wanted to tell you that now that you aren't going to strip away my rights, I'm gonna go out and do the abortion dance because MAN I love that Roe v. Wade!"
In the background, you can hear Jamie shouting "DRILL BABY, DRILL! YOU BETCHA!"
Next thing I know, Sarah Palin is screaming for security, and Jamie and I are hauled out, have our ID's photocopied, and are told to never step foot near the Biltmore again or we will be arrested.
Note: I am pro choice. Not pro murder. Don't slam me for that. Slam me for hating Palin if you want, but it was just a line to show her my love and "undying support"
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Totally. Worth. It.
Tracy
SO living in Arizona and watching CNN, it became clear very quickly who was going to win. Who am I to miss out on a once in a lifetime concession speech? My friend Jamie and I hightailed it down to Phoenix (about 20 min away from me) to get to the Biltmore hotel and see this go down in person.
I'll skip the details, but I was singing in my head "one of these things is not like the other..." as I stood online waiting to get in. These people were crazy, dressed from head to toe in McCain paraphernalia, and chanting Nobama as we waited to get in. I felt anxious and out of place, like a walking target.
By the time we get through the metal detectors and all the international media recording, McCain is ending his speech, and I can barely see him through a thin red veil covering the left side of the stage. I see Sarah Palin, who, in all honesty, I WANTED TO SEE HER.
He says good bye, everyone cheers, there is tears, there is booing, there is a lot going on. The crowd is enormous, there are people yelling about Socialist America, the orchestra is booming, the candidates have disappeared, and security is abound EVERYWHERE. There are snipers on the rooftops, media left and right, bright lights shining in my eyes, and the ominous music of a disappointing defeat blasting in my ears.
Jamie and I stayed put, hoping for a miracle or something. We sat in front of the fountain on the lawn and watched the crowd clear out, making idle chat as we waited to make a safe exit with minimal traffic exiting the parking lot.
There she was. Suddenly. Sarah Palin. Out and about fluttering like a social butterfly, greeting remaining VIP's and probably huge money-givers and thanking them for their support. Jamie and I looked at each other, and I knew what I had to do.
I got up and strode through the remaining people who seemed completely unaware of her presence, marched right up to her, big smile on my face and said GOVERNOR PALIN...WOW! My name is Tracy, and I have to tell you what a PLEASURE it is to meet you.
"Well hello, Tracy. It's wonderful to meet you, thank you for your undying support throughout this campaign, it was a toughie, but we made it thro----"
"OH NO, Governor Palin!" I laugh heartily at her assumption of support. "No no, Governor Palin. I don't support you! I just wanted to tell you that now that you aren't going to strip away my rights, I'm gonna go out and do the abortion dance because MAN I love that Roe v. Wade!"
In the background, you can hear Jamie shouting "DRILL BABY, DRILL! YOU BETCHA!"
Next thing I know, Sarah Palin is screaming for security, and Jamie and I are hauled out, have our ID's photocopied, and are told to never step foot near the Biltmore again or we will be arrested.
Note: I am pro choice. Not pro murder. Don't slam me for that. Slam me for hating Palin if you want, but it was just a line to show her my love and "undying support"
.Totally. Worth. It.
Tracy
