The Coalition of the Swilling

It's a lovely place...


...in spite of the globs of dried-on spittle the Obama kids leave every night and our kids get to clean off every morning.
A beaming Sarah and somber John are always there before I wander in.

John always looks a little glum and I wonder why. Right up to when someone pops out of the back to say "Good morning" in his own unique and inspiring fashion...

...and I wink in sympathy at John, as if to say, "Oh, yeah. HIM." John brightens up imperceptibly.

The luminaries aviators running the joint are already swapping the flying exploit du jour...

...while legions of happy snuffies do the actual grunt work and listen with half an ear.

I occupy what's referred to as "First Chair". It's quite the bossest job in the place, since we're front and center when you come through those doors. I get to say "What can I do ya for?" to every soul coming in, hand out the cool-ass buttons we design and make here, answer the phones, cheerlead for the other volunteers who show up to make buttons, phone calls ~ whatever the heck we need ~ listen to folks earnestly ramble on like I had a direct line to John (Honest to God, I wish I did.), catch up on the GOP proper gossip about what insane outrage the other campaign's local reps have perpetrated THIS week and make cookies for the incredible core group we have. It's a GREAT gig.
And my happiness must be catching because THIS good lookin' convert...

...is a producer for a national NBC news team that interviewed the admiral and shot us busy politicking in the office. (Watch for it Election Day ~ even got my Sarahcuda gear on camera.) Man, we worked him over HARD, but he broke eventually. Begged, BEGGED me to take his picture.

As you can tell, Sarah wasn't happy about it one bit.

I told her to suck it up.

It's a big tent.

John's reaction? Well. Steady as she goes and solid as a rock.

I'm votin' for that guy.