Celebrity Stalker

I am a celebrity stalker. Not celebrities as in Paris Hilton, but the real people who make a difference, politicans and other public officials.

A quick visit to the "Mics Political Pics" album on my facebook page will attest to this. I have shaken hands with our new President and I've met (and had my picture taken with) John Edwards (before the scandal), Wesley Clark, Helen Thomas, and George Stephanopolis. Two of the three current Democratic candidates for Governor, Brian Moran and Terry McAulliff have been to my house. Our new Congressman, Glenn Nye, met most of the party faithful for the first time at the VB Dems Holiday party at my house in 2007 and K lost her first tooth at one of his house parties. Yes, I am a celebrity stalker and love every minute of it.

This afternoon I am heading to Richmond for the state party's annual Jefferson Jackson Day diner. I wasn't going to go this year because tickets are steep , the economy sucks and my refinance is taking waaaay longer than expected. All that changed when I got the call that former President Bill Clinton was this year's speaker. Needless to say, I whipped out my checkbook and signed up. Love him or hate him, this man is my Beatle.

Bill Clinton was the first president I ever voted for and despite his ups and downs I remain a huge fan to this day. So this afternoon K is headed to the neighbors and I'll be headed to Richmond, throwing on my blue dress (okay, blue, white and black . . can't be too obvious) and anxiously awaiting a call that someone has found me a ticket to the VIP reception where I can meet the man himself. If nothing else, I'll enjoy a nice dinner with good friends and a great speaker and then knock people out of the way to get a good spot on the rope line for the chance to get a handshake and, if I'm lucky, a picture with the man.

Note: Please excuse misspelled names . . . I haven't had my caffeine yet)