First off, I'd like to apologize for doubting that my fine city's convention center would lack WiFi. Oh yes, kids, this year's convention is a hot spot in so many ways.
I rememberd this morning, as I raced up the 110 why I usually stay at a hotel near the convention. Commuting to work is bad enough - commuting to a political event on a lovely Saturday morning - well - that's just sad. But, you know I can't miss this - these are my peeps.
I'm currently sitting with my fellow Region 17 delegates in the main hall watching Nancy Pelosi rally the faithful. With a nod to Clinton-era State of the Union addresses, she's calling out numerous front-row honored guests - the locked-out grocery worker, the struggling student, the veteran, the teacher, the nurse: in other words, the Arnold Schwarzenegger's 10 most wanted list.
Last night was all about catching up with old friends and reviewing hospitality suites. Top draws: Joe Dunn's Irish party with free green beer and Janice Hahn's Martini and Chocolate party (photo on its way). There were others, but since I was wearing my I'm-taller-than-you-evil-LaRouchie-infultrator heels, I was toast by 10:30. Had to hit the YD party, of course, which was fun.
Not much scoop here. The top of the ticket merry-go-round continues: as of today, Joe Dunn is running for treasurer, John Garamendi for Lt. Governor, and, of course, all the remaining state wide office holders are running for Governor. Angelides gave a reasonably rousing speech to the YDs last night. And he helped sponsor the event, so, you know, go Angelides.
A point of personal pride - the Democrats of the Claremont Colleges won the first "Biggest Pain in Bush's Ass Award" for . . . I don't know, campaigning and stuff. Doesn't matter - GO STAGS! (uh, and sagehens, I guess. But their football team still sucks).
Next up today - a quick parliamentary stint at the California College Democrats elections, some youth voter training, and the moment I know I've been waiting for all these months - the California Young Democrat elections featuring the first contested presidential race in I don't know how long.
Which gives me about seven hours to figure out which candidate gets my votes.
Time to listen to Boxer now . . . .
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