Waking up at 5 am is usually reserved for random drug testees, black friday shopping mobs, and delusional tweens vying for Justin Beiber tickets. Not someone with a sleep disorder that results in black-outs when 22 hours of sleep isn’t procured, yesterday however, I made a rare exception when I found out that the President of the United States was coming to town to speak on affordable tuition policies. This being a particularly important passion of mine( along with universal healthcare, human equality, and the freedom to eat dessert as a main course), I was Über-Excited to get the chance to be a part of history and to possibly wrap that cutie up in a big bear hug:). Sensing that this would be a big draw in our area, I felt that lining up early would be a necessity to getting my hands on the golden ticket. So under a compulsory stipulation in our dating contract, John was forced to stand in line with me even as he complained that he didn’t see the appeal ” It’s not like we’re meeting the Queen”. That green-card is sexy until it’s time to talk politics.
Unfortunately, everyone else on the planet had the same idea, except they brought tents and camped over night. We didn’t stand a chance, after three hours a representative came by and said that all tickets had been handed out and it would be “risky” to keep standing in line. I wish they would’ve told us that before the hypothermia set in and John needed to have his ear amputated. It was well worth it though, we met great people, had a laugh, and I got to see a sunrise with my sweetie.