Poor Carnacki. Yes, I'm having fun here at YearlyKos. I feel like quite the gushing school girl, but this has been amazing. Somehow, I've introduced myself to people I never thought I would talk to.
First, I was trying to figure out where the conference center was and I saw one of the convention members. We're all wearing orange (what else?) lanyards and he looked like a nice guy. As he's giving me instructions, my brain kicks in and I think he could possibly be Jerome Armstrong. Sure enough, he was. I'm so lucky I had my copy of "Crashing the Gate" in my backpack.
As I get closer to the conference area I see some orange-lanyarded folks and stop to ask if I'm getting near the registration desk. Geez, I'm talking to John Aravosis from Americablog. I intelligently blurt out, "You're John from...um...aren't you?" Yes, he was.
Oh, but that wasn't the highlight...oh no...
The highlight so far was not having Wesley Clark standing near our table tonight talking to John and some other folks, it was as Mike Caccioppoli (who is running for the AZ CD1 seat) and I turn a corner in our hunt for snack food and I'm passing someone who reminds me of Joseph Wilson. I catch his eye and with a dumbfounded look I point at him and say, "You're...aren't you?"
Yeah, I'm quite the witty and eloquent gal.
He smiles, comes over, and shakes Mike's and my hand. Oh. My. God. We actually have a conversation with Joseph Wilson. With Joseph Wilson! When he discovers we're from Arizona and that Mike is running for office in northern Arizona he tells us about his aunt and uncle who live in Pinetop. This is Bush country and his relations are Bush supporters. Shoot, they're such supporters that they are upset at their nephew for attacking Bush.
As I'm chatting with Mr. Valerie Plame, guess who he calls over and introduces us to? Larry Johnson! The four of us are talking about Zarqawi and Iraq. La di da. Fiddle dee dee. Doesn't everyone chat with Larry Johnson and Joseph Wilson about Iraq? Oh, was I giddy when we went our separate ways. I wanted to jump up and down and scream in excitement.
This is just too cool, and it's only my first day.
Must. Be. Mature....Oh, hell with it. Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! </jumping up and down>