Sarah Palin was stumping for Saxby Chambliss at several stops in Georgia today. One of those happened to be Perry, Georgia…minutes from my old stomping grounds of Warner Robins.
My day in short order:
- 4:15 AL time (5:15 GA time): Wake up to get myself and the girls ready for the drive.
- 5:15: leave Montgomery, Alabama for Perry, Georgia
- 9:15: Arrive at the GA National Fair Grounds, or the GA Agricenter, or whatever that place is called.
- Notice that I am first spectator there. Record still holding.
- 10:30-ish: head inside to wait in line. Am accompanied by my two girls, my mother, her friend and my aunt. My brother and sister-in-law would show up later.
- 11:45-ish: Notice that some newcomers behind us were trying to inch their way around us closer to the door. Oh no they didn’t. Who exactly did they think they were messing with?
- 12:00-ish: Doors open to the rally room. Said people tried to push their way past us. I used stroller to block their path (while accidentally mangling the ankles of the people in front of us…there’s always sacrifice). My group manages to get right up to the ropes of the stage, save two twenty-something boys who were so hoping to get her to sign their book.
- From 12:00 to 1:30: Wait. Wait. Wait. Fortunately Ashlyn was asleep for most of this. She had gotten her energy out running around the hour and a half we had just waited.
- Notice that they are pulling people from the crowd to sit in the bleachers behind the stump on the stage. Mom’s friend manages to get Richard (my brother) and Reagan up there.
- I am ecstatic.
- Begin to lose my ecstatic-ness little by little as the lady behind me tries to press me as flat as a pancake into my stroller handle. After one particular shove I turn around and ask her: “are you being pushed?” (With a smile, of course). She replied, “no, I’m pushing you…” and at that I turned immediately around as she mumbled the rest of her sentence because anything I said at that point wouldn’t have been Christian-like of me (think: my Ramblin’ Wreck post on crack). Manage to hold my ground.
- 1:30-ish to whenever: Sarah speaks. I take pictures. I video. I notice her clothing. A pantsuit. An awesome cream-colored jacket with sparkly pants. Oh yes, they were sparkly. Not tacky sparkly. Just the slightest hint of sparkliness. My big disappointment of the day was that I could not see her shoes. Her pants went all the way to the floor.
- Ooh, ooh! Sarah’s exiting the stage. She’s coming this way!! I quickly hopped over my stroller, which put me right inbetween both twenty-something guys.
- Here she comes! She stops and admires Ashlyn who is being held by my mom. The exchange goes something like: Sarah: “Oh, she is just beautiful!” Mom: “Oh thank you!” Sarah: “What is her name?” Mom: “Ashlyn” Sarah: “Is she one? two?” Mom: “Almost two.” Me, butting in: “My husband’s in the military!”
- Darn! She’s moving on to the twenty-something book guys. I get in between them again and she shakes my hand. As she’s about to walk away I say, “Can we get a picture?” “Sure!” Y’all she’s so nice. She spent about thirty minutes with the crowd and I was near the beginning. So, Mom snaps the picture and as she’s turning to leave she says, “tell your husband thank you.” “I will,” I say. “Hey, do you think this pantsuit makes me look dowdy?” She asks me. “Girl,” I offer, “you rock those pants and that jacket coordinates perfectly. Although, it being an off-white color, you’re probably going to have to have it cleaned after all these wannabes are finished mangling you.”…oh wait, that didn’t happen outside of my mind…
- Then I started jumping up and down and screaming like a teenage girl vowing to never wash my hand. Or something like that.
- I start planning on how I can get me and Sarah and Beth Moore to spend some time together. Mmmhmm. That would be my soul sister day. I could probably die and go to heaven right after that meeting.
- I then begin typing furiously on Twitter and Facebook letting all of my friends know what they just missed out on. I’m a good friend like that…
But this experience and many others lead me to realize that this is exactly where I can be a good friend for you:
We all know I’m kind of competitive when it comes to being first in line for something. Remember the iPhone posts of this summer? (First in line. First to get the iPhone in Montgomery. Make the evening news.) So, I’m your girl if you’re wanting to get somewhere first to make sure you take part in the action.
I’m also competitive when it comes to getting down to the front of the stage. I have always been able to make my way to the front at a band party or any establishment. Fights? Never. But I did almost get into one trying to maintain my front row position watching David Allan Coe at Mama’s. And I was darn near front and center for Offspring too. And Sugarland? Made it to the front and then onto the tour bus. Yep. Pillar? Chatted like long-time friends after the concert. So, if you ever want to get front and center at a large, crowded event. I’m your girl.
Right now though, me and Sarah have some soul sister chatting to do. Anyone got Beth Moore’s number?
Now, just why did I title the post with this: (one upping Ashley of The Linares Family)? Ashley is my friend of a different political bent. She’s posted, not once, but twice her photo of herself with our future president. Now Ashley wins hands down when it comes to comparing her and me, but I’d say Sarah Palin is so much hotter than Barry. This just goes to show that you can achieve anything once you set your mind to it. Ashley, you inadvertently gave me a goal that I was able to achieve. Actually, my goal for eight years has been to get a picture with President Bush (and it almost happened, but that’s another story), but I will immediately replace that with this already achieved goal!! Thanks friend!