el ártico bar and grill

My adventure's in Obamaland didn't quite go as planned; when I told my mother I was going to stay home and "do" the big moment with her, she promptly told me that I should go to the viewing party that my political party - the Interior Democrats (Alaska) were planning. Even when I explained that it was just a gathering being hosted by a fellow district chair, in a red-neck-y restaurant/sports bar, she repeated - firmly - that I should go. It took awhile for me to realize she wanted me there to represent our family. Needless to say, when the alarm clock went off at 6 am on Tuesday, 20 January 2009 - I was not a happy camper. Especially since I had less than four hours of sleep. But - clean undies, coat, hat, boots - later I arrived to see two guys hanging out. I introduced myself to the clean cut one and on a big screen we watched the motorcade pull up. A waitress then asked if we were there for "the party" and if so, we were in the wrong place. So I grabbed...

As of today, I am finally getting ready for the big blow-out for our nation's change of government. Why so slow? I dunno; probably due to the sinking economy, the lack of a meaningful health insurance program and two "active" wars. I could bitch, and bitch and bitch ... but. I got a phone call from my cousin, Sheryl Hicks, the other night. Filling me in on the safe arrival of a fellow Interior Democrat Angelee Lloyd and her 14 year old daughter, Rowan, to my family's house in Washington, D.C. The house has been unoccupied since my Grandmother Chase passed away and I hadn't really planned on opening it like so many residents of the District looking to cash in. But when Angelee called up looking for last minute digs, it seemed to be a good idea. Luckily for everyone, Sheryl had agreed to meet them at the airport and ended up taking them on a late night tour to the Mall. Sheryl, as dispassionate a Washingtonian as you would ever meet, had zero plans to take any part ...