I'm not an elected official, I didn't land superdelegate status, and volunteers were overstaffed by the time I logged onto the DNC website.
But those are just details.
So I bought my (painfully oil-saturated) plane ticket, found a couch to crash on just 10 blocks from the Convention Center, and suddenly, things started coming together. An art exhibition here, a press pass offer there... and everyone who finds out that I'm going to Denver wants to be part of it.
While I usually find unsolicited blogs to be painfully self-indulgent, I decided I need to chronicle this experience. As someone who's a former Republican, sits on the divide between Gen-X and Gen-Y, a New Yorker, multiracial, and finally inspired by a movement in our country after years of disappointment, I have a feeling my experience in Denver will speak to a lot of people.
So feel free to forward, comment, syndicate, plagiarize, anything that makes you part of the party.
Denver is one of my favorite cities in the world. I'm glad you made it to the Mile High City. I was worried about you after I saw your posting on Facebook about your flight. I hope it's a successful trip for you, and I'm looking forward to your postings.
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