I covered an event
with President Bush in Edison yesterday, and was officially a member of the White House press pool... for a grand total of about three hours.For two of those hours, I was roped inside the little press area, where we weren't allowed to move from while we awaited the president's arrival. I read a book. I spent about half an hour making my way around after the speech talking to people who paid $300 to $5,000 to see the president speak. And exactly 27 minutes of that time was spent watching the president speak, trying to see over the Very Tall People who paid $300 to $5,000 to be there.
When I arrived at the Expo Center, I received the following credential, on which the man wrote down the wrong name, crossed it out and then made an attempt at writing my actual name. So it looked kinda like I found a press pass and colored it in myself.
Yup. I'm that important.
Oh, and I wrote this crappy story while I was there.
1 comment:
What was the name that was crossed out?? It looks like..."Pat Amber" or something like that.
I don't know if I could have stood being in a room with people who felt the urge to scream "I love you" to W. And I probably would have laughed out loud at his ever so keen observation that "healthy and happy people are less likely to become terrorists." He should have played Shiney Happy People by REM in the background. The end.
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