I am in a story telling mood.
Aug. 29th, 2004 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sereneorangeWhen I was attending UH, I was very active in the College Democrats of Texas and the Young Democrats of Texas. When Clinton came to town, the White House Advance Team asked us to volunteer for them. In return we would get a lovely photo of ourselves meeting the president. We were all falling over ourselves to sign up.
My sister really wanted me to wear a navy dress and a beret, as I bore a resemblence to Monica. Not wanting to offend the president, and every freakin person there, I said no.
I got to follow Wolf Blitzer around for hours. I was thrilled to be his toady. I was so impressed with him during the first Gulf War. That man has balls of steel. He is also freakishly short. Something I did not know.
Toward the end of the day, Clinton had to head to Wortham Theater for the Race and Sports talk. We lined up in the hallway heading from the Hyatt to the garage, because Clinton had very little time. I was determined to have him say more than, "Thank you." or " Hello." to me. I took a Pin (button) that I was wearing from the waistban of my pants and pinned it to my chest. My 44DD chest.(there is a reason for pointing this out, I swear) The pin said, "Will Rogers never met Pat Buchannan."
We are waiting and I see him coming down the line, sure enough handing out hellos and thank you's and hand shakes. He gets me to me. I am enthralled. I am not just standing in front of this amazing man that I have admired for a long time, I am shaking his hand. I am the most grateful girl on Earth.
He is shaking my hand and with his left hand points to my chest and smiles really big and says, with that great accent, "I like that!"
I am freaking... Oh my GOD! The president of the United States of America is checking out my RACK! He is a horn dog to the 10th degree!!! (see...there was a reason.)
Then I remember. The button. I am an ass.
We continue, he asks where I got it. I told him at the Texas young Democrats convention a month earlier. He asked what I did there and I told him about the part I took in the creating of our platform. He thanked me and moved on.
Later that night several of us took some of the off duty secret service agents to Harlan's Bayou Blues and got drunk and sang karaoke. Those are some very large men.
That was a really good day.
My sister really wanted me to wear a navy dress and a beret, as I bore a resemblence to Monica. Not wanting to offend the president, and every freakin person there, I said no.
I got to follow Wolf Blitzer around for hours. I was thrilled to be his toady. I was so impressed with him during the first Gulf War. That man has balls of steel. He is also freakishly short. Something I did not know.
Toward the end of the day, Clinton had to head to Wortham Theater for the Race and Sports talk. We lined up in the hallway heading from the Hyatt to the garage, because Clinton had very little time. I was determined to have him say more than, "Thank you." or " Hello." to me. I took a Pin (button) that I was wearing from the waistban of my pants and pinned it to my chest. My 44DD chest.(there is a reason for pointing this out, I swear) The pin said, "Will Rogers never met Pat Buchannan."
We are waiting and I see him coming down the line, sure enough handing out hellos and thank you's and hand shakes. He gets me to me. I am enthralled. I am not just standing in front of this amazing man that I have admired for a long time, I am shaking his hand. I am the most grateful girl on Earth.
He is shaking my hand and with his left hand points to my chest and smiles really big and says, with that great accent, "I like that!"
I am freaking... Oh my GOD! The president of the United States of America is checking out my RACK! He is a horn dog to the 10th degree!!! (see...there was a reason.)
Then I remember. The button. I am an ass.
We continue, he asks where I got it. I told him at the Texas young Democrats convention a month earlier. He asked what I did there and I told him about the part I took in the creating of our platform. He thanked me and moved on.
Later that night several of us took some of the off duty secret service agents to Harlan's Bayou Blues and got drunk and sang karaoke. Those are some very large men.
That was a really good day.
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Date: 2004-08-29 10:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-29 10:34 pm (UTC)Damn that man is sexy
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Date: 2004-08-30 03:02 am (UTC)so... forget pornstar - now it's "hung like a secret service agent?"
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Date: 2004-08-30 11:41 am (UTC)will vote again.
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