Obamaland becomes America
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...