So, that was a fun ride, wasn’t it?

A friend demanded to know about the party we went to last night, so here it is:

We rode with a friend who is employed by one of the big local winners last night. We got to park in a secret bomb-proof parking garage underground near the party. Then, when we got to the big party, there were mobs of people trying to get in all the doors. The security guys said the hotel was at capacity and no one could go in unless someone came out. Need I mention that the people waiting to get in were VERY enthusiastic about getting in the doors?

Then, our sorta-VIP friend whipped out a cheesy hotel pass that said “Elite Member” on it. It was like the Red Sea parted and the security guys ushered us right on in. And they tried to say Democrats are Socialists! We USED our elite status! We waved it in there faces and coasted right past the plebeian mobs.

All of us except Mr. A that is. He wasn’t paying enough attention and didn’t make it through the door with the rest of us. He got stopped and man-handled by the security guard. I had to go back yelling “We are with XYZ! He works for ABCD! He has and ELITE MEMBER card! This guy is with us!” Then they let Mr. A in, probably just to shut me up to keep the mob from learning about the Elite Member card, but whatever.

Then we went in and went up a secret elevator to a private suite. There was a burly bodyguard guy at the door, but he seemed to be busier making sure people were in the correct party suite rather than keeping people out. In addition to the friend who drove us to the party, we know a handful of other people who work with ABCD-just-elected guy so it was nice to see other friends there too. We spent the bulk of the evening on the suite’s balcony with friends watching the results through a big window.

After McCain’s concession speech, we had to go because our friends had told their babysitter they would be home by midnight. I heard Obama’s acceptance speech in the wayback of a mini-van. I think that was the happiest I have ever been in a minivan (unless you count various exploits in high school, heh.)

This morning, I had to meet my dad to pick the girls up at 6:30 so M could make it to school. We were all tired today, but at least we were tired with a happiness hangover.

Now, we can get on with the business of living our normal lives.

November 6th, 2008 | Tags: election, Obama | Category: All About Me, Mr. A, Politics | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL