Breakfast at the White House

We’re going to the White House tomorrow, and I’m really starting to get excited for it.

At first, I wasn’t sure if I should believe that we really got tickets, but then they arrived as promised, and there they hang on the back of our front door, waiting for us to forget them tomorrow morning as we dash out the door for a 7:14 a.m. bus.

But details of the event have been scarce until tonight, so I was trying to keep my expectations down…it’s not like we’re going to be dining with the Obama’s in their family dining room at the White House. We’re going to be out on the back lawn with 30,000 of our closest friends for two hours–after we spend an hour getting through security.

It’s going to be like if TSA ran security for a rock concert–except the Secret Service runs a much tighter ship than TSA could imagine.

Speaking of rock concerts, this news started to get me excited about what we’re going to be seeing: Fergie and Ziggy Marley will be performing. Oh and a few other people like Brianna Scurry and Abby Wambach, who will be leading soccer games as well as Marissa Coleman, Nikki Blue, Etan Thomas and Swin Cash, who will be playing pickup games with the kids–you think Barack will get in on some of those?

While I was thinking that’s all cool, I kept reminding myself that the president usually shows up briefly as the day opens, and since we’re in the second group, that meant that we likely wouldn’t see him at all, even over a sea of 30,000 heads. But then I read his schedule, which says that he’ll be there 15 minutes after our time slot starts. This means that even if he’s running on Obama time, he’s still almost sure to arrive while we’re there.

Which about guarantees that I’ll forget the camera along with the tickets.

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