This is where I was on Wednesday, it was experience I will never forget.
I was so excited to see Obama speak I had strange dreams all night. After a musical themed dream around 5:30 I gave up on sleep. By 6:30 I was so antsy waiting in line had to be better than waiting in my apartment, so off into the world I went.
My best friend here at Iowa was out with me bright and early as well.
Waiting in the cold morning air.
What better way to start the day than with a bagel?
My boyfriend might have many astounding skills, getting up early is not one of them, but he did show up with a smile.
Sharing my bagels with friends
Security was swarming at The University of Iowa’s field house.
I was messing with the settings on my camera and TJ photo bombed my camera. This was the first of many photos he bombed but, the only one which looks normal.
Every long line requires line pictures.
Playing kings in the corner to pass the time.
This is only a portion of the line at 9 am. By 11 there would be no more room at the in and they would turn students away.
Getting there early saved us from being behind that second line of seats and would give us a vantage point we are not soon to forget.
Excited to be inside and warm, not so excited there would still be a three hour wait to hear Obama.
Ok so the hour was eleven, but that is not the point. The gentalman to the left was the finely dressed man who organized the esthetic of the student backdrop. The man facing us won the son of the year award. He was asking if Obama would sign the mothers day card he had brought for his mom. Obama not only signed it he wrote a semi long message.
With several hours to go the 3,000+ people in attendance packed every free space in the field house.
Sitting behind bars was preferable to standing for this man.
Two guesses to figure out who they are straining to see.
Seeing Obama for this close created a momentary euforia, a surreal moment like none I have ever experienced. The sharp jab of reality being greater than that which I had expected was like a drug. It lasted for only one short, sharp moment, but it is a feeling I will never forget.
Though the room was about 100 degrees and he had already spoken for about an hour, Obama turned to wave to the students behind him with a friendly and honest smile and with the practiced grace of one used to the spotlight.
After his speech Obama walked around and schock the hands of those in the audience. Wherever he turned the crowd clamored to touch and see him like a sea anemone in the tide.
The press stood in regimented rows and documented all that happened. There was a similar longer line directly in front of the podium.
His shirt reads im lil obama. This boys was one of dozens his age in the crowd.
Early morning and final impressions
More than “not bad,” even my huge republican freinds who were there could not deny the man has the gift of gab.
My friend Halle with her new crush, the finely dressed man who organized us all.