I was asked if I could get here at 5 PM, so I got here at 4. Using public transportation got me to the street entrance a mile away from the banquet hall. One of the Looms kindly gave me a ride up the hill, but he was shocked when I told him the event I was here to attend is a party for President Obama.
"They're having THAT here?"
"Yes, they rented the clubhouse."
The thought that Democratic money spends just like any other kind, calmed the club-weilder, and he pointed out the entrance to the building.
Woo, the souvenir table isn't even set up yet, and someone already bought two custom-etched commemorative wineglasses.
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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