Only For a President...

Only for a President, my parents, husband, and my sister would I drag my bum out of bed whilst I felt like my ribs were tighter than a corset and my poor tummy felt like a boxing glove was pounding all of my insides.

I could not miss this possible once-in-a-lifetime chance to meet a President. I figured: I can stay home and feel like crap and wish I would have gone or I can go see the President and feel like crap, but have no regrets.

This bubbly lady was giving away Hillary t-shirts. I got one!

Kyle and I pulled up to Mac High at the time indicated on the invitation. When we got there, the line of people waiting to get in was around the block. However, I marched up to the front of the line and asked the volunteers if we could get in right away so Kyle would not have to stand for long. They let us in right away.

Inside, a volunteer brought Kyle a chair to sit in right in the front row.





After waiting for what seems like forever, Clinton showed up. Everyone was so excited.
















Not all of the digital pictures I took came out so great. The really nice ones I took were with my 35 mm camera.










I have to admit that I really don't remember much of what Clinton said at the beginning of his talk.









But I do remember he kept saying, "One more thing...one last thing...one last point I want to bring up...And one more story..." As you can imagine, I was standing in the front row laughing whenever he said this after the fourth time.








Now...remember that not all my pics came out that great.


This one looks like he's saying: "Who, me?"






















Here is where I added my own text. Clinton did not really say this, nor did he have lipstick on his cheek. There also wasn't a hawk in the school.


This picture was totally taken on accident.



















"And one last thing..."









Secret Service guys. Kyle kept waving at them, trying to make them smile. The ones that had red pins on their lapel had served in Iraq.











More security.












My feet were tired. I kicked my shoes under Kyle's chair.










Clinton had some posh boots on. They looked like alligator skin, but I really don't know what they were made of.











The campaign banner.











Ooh...I got my autograph! It says: "Great job/Bill Clinton".






It kind of looks like it says, though, "Guest job/Blue lint".




Kyle and I both got to shake Bill Clinton's hand. It was a good hand shake, not a dead, limp fish kind. Clinton grabbed my hand really tight and looked me in the eye and thanked me for coming. Right after Clinton shook Kyle's hand, a Secret Service agent saw that people were pushing up against Kyle. The agent moved them out of the way and asked Kyle if he was okay. Kyle said that he was in a lot of pain. Clinton, after having noticed Kyle's crutched earlier, grabbed Kyle's arm in a friendly way and said to him in a reassuring voice, "You're going to be okay." This was very special to Kyle (and to me).

When we left the event, I still felt sick and in a lot of pain...but I have no regrets.