… And it was awesome!
So I got here early yesterday for the specific reason of making sure I got a good spot up front near the stage along the “rope line.” Bill, was of course, running late, so unfortunately they kept us corralled in this little room with hot lights for over an hour. I was wearing some fierce heels, which on the one hand, contributed greatly to my ass looking awesome, but on the other, felt like standing on knives around minute 37.
So anyhoo, after an hour and some change, a delicate shoe removal without having to put my face in anyone’s ass to do it, and a considerable amount of sweat, he arrived. My collegaue B. and I had watched Secret Service agents come and go through the side door and each time it opened we could see the kitchen, there were many employees about, all looking very sharp, a little anxious and excited like we were. B said to me, “I bet he’s in the kitchen getting something out of the fridge and hanging with the cooks.” I nodded in agreement, that seemed like something he would do. Yes, his agents and the event organizers would attempt to hustle him into see the paying folks, but he would stop and shake every employees hand he came across and ask them how they are doing. That’s just the kind of guy he is.
So anyhoo, he did eventually come out and he was awesome. He opens by explaing part of his tardiness on his stop over in the kitchen to chat with the staff. B and I smiled at each other, of course he was. That’s just the kind of guy he is. He probably raided the fridge too, he’s just that kind of guy as well.
We were told he’d speak for 5-10 minutes, he spoke for 25. He was witty and funny, sincere and passionate and I actually shed a tear at one point. “You are the first generation to do this,” he said. “This room is full of diversity. It didn’t used to be like this, but you… your generation recognizes that our differences are important and we should hold on to our culture and at the same time celebrate that our differences is what unites us.” He talked a lot about poverty and the war, he tooted Hill’s horn, but I expected that, he is married to her and I suspect he would know.
It was amazing. At the end of his speech he jumped off the platform (instead of using the stairs) very spry for a man his age and headed toward the wall of people pushing to try and get close to him. The Secret Service agents flanked him on each side, making sure no one was gonna try and throw themselves at him. It took him nearly 10 minutes to get to where my friends and I were, just a little the the left of center (slightly stage right for you theater folks). He was shaking hands and hugging anyone that asked, he took pictures and signed autographs and was just so generous. When he got to me I gushed a little and told him the election in ’92 inspired me to work in politics and he gave me a hug. When he parted he reached out to shake my friend A.’s hand, and his elbow grazed my boob.
It was pretty tight as people were trying to push their way to the front, there were hands on my ass shoulders, hips, back. The accidental boob graze was hardly the most offensive occurrence in this situation (that honor would go to the dude who’s semi-chub was poking me in the hip as he tried to reach over my head to shake Bill’s). It felt very human. We were touching, and connecting, and he wanted to be touched and connect us. Some how the madness was comforting, as if even the most powerful man in the world, is just a guy who wants to feel connecting to the people around him. Kind of makes me think there might be some hope for this humanity thing after all.
So yes, an ex-president grazed my boob, even though it seems silly and deprecating and strange; it was really pretty damn cool.
Thank you Mr. President for taking the time to connect with some of your admirers. You are a Great man.