So I’m up here on the 15th floor of the Denver Sheraton finishing my last blog “Numbers” and I get a phone call on my hotel line.
It’s Pat Baran, the other Clinton Delegate from District 11.
She’s a little worried.
PB: “Dan, where were you for breakfast?”
DS: “Up here, finishing up a post. Why what’s up?”
PB: “We voted during breakfast.” She said
DS: “What do you mean you voted during breakfast. That wasn’t in the agenda.”
PB: “I know, but there was a paper for us to sign who we voted for and that was it. You need to get down there.”
I’m in the shower and all I can think is WTF? So folks were just sitting there eating their Ham and soggy pancakes and oh, by the way, let’s decide who our candidate for President of the United States is going to be…
?!?!? !!!
Threw on my shirt and tie and raced downstairs.
I found the table where I had registered to get my floor pass the last two days.
It’s Pat Baran, the other Clinton Delegate from District 11.
She’s a little worried.
PB: “Dan, where were you for breakfast?”
DS: “Up here, finishing up a post. Why what’s up?”
PB: “We voted during breakfast.” She said
DS: “What do you mean you voted during breakfast. That wasn’t in the agenda.”
PB: “I know, but there was a paper for us to sign who we voted for and that was it. You need to get down there.”
I’m in the shower and all I can think is WTF? So folks were just sitting there eating their Ham and soggy pancakes and oh, by the way, let’s decide who our candidate for President of the United States is going to be…
?!?!? !!!
Threw on my shirt and tie and raced downstairs.
I found the table where I had registered to get my floor pass the last two days.
“Where do I vote?” I asked, attempting to hide the frantic nature of my visit.
“Here.” The woman replied
I preparing for the embattled roll call vote, I semi-thought and prepared in my sub-conscious to makes some formal announcement to a delegation of people and representatives.
“Here.” The woman replied
I preparing for the embattled roll call vote, I semi-thought and prepared in my sub-conscious to makes some formal announcement to a delegation of people and representatives.
“Here?” I surveyed my surroundings. No pomp. No circumstance. No cheers. No boos. No fighting. No passionate debate. Just me in a relatively empty and uninvolved hotel lobby.That was it.
For all of you who helped get me here, this is for you:
The Delegate from California District 11 proudly casts his vote for Senator Barack Obama from Illinois.
It was awesome.
3 comments:
Outstanding!!! And very cool that you had a picture taken doing it. The question now is how many asshat's put Clinton down to try and prove some "point".
OBAMA!!!
I can't wait for Thurday's speech.
craig
That was a big whirl about the vote maybe not being on the floor as tradition would allow. The Clintonites secretely plotting ballots in hotel...Demo's still looking for some Elmers glue ...golden.
That was it?? So, have all delegates voted?
Great pictures!
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