Picking up from last time –
I’d set my alarm for 4:15 (am), but I popped up in bed at 3:45. It’s possible I was dreaming about her. Usually, if I wake up in the middle of the night, there’s always that tiny moment of, “uh, what’s happening here?” But this time, within a split second of waking up, I thought, “Hillary Clinton!”
I thought perhaps I should try to get that last half hour of sleep, but I was so nervous, there was no way I could.
I got up, got dressed in that precious red leather jacket (that I like to think of as the Thriller jacket) that I’d saved from my office the night before. Since it was still practically the middle of the night (even though it was technically the morning), I spoiled myself a bit by opting for a cab instead of the bus.
Nobody was on the road! Apparently if you want to do anything in Los Angeles, get there before 5am. You can drive like you could in a normal city!
So, we get to The Grove. There’s already a pretty big line. I stop at the front to ask the first people what time they got there. It was 8pm the night prior! Good for them.
Side note: I actually saw them leaving the store after they got their book signed, and they were so very giddy. I was so happy for them! They also actually made it into some shots on the news. I’ll talk about this later, but you weren’t allowed to bring cameras up to the table. So, the fact that they have shots of themselves shaking Hillary’s hand – that in itself would’ve been worth waiting all night… But who could’ve known it would’ve played out that way?
Right after they’d told me what time they arrived, they said, “Do you have a spot yet in line?” I said, “no.” They said, “You better run. More people are coming all the time.”
Goodness were they right. To find the end of the line, I had to go all the way around the corner! Sure enough, I did see people coming from seemingly everywhere to grab their spot in line.
So, I ran up and got mine. I was next to Kris. He was very nice and we got along well. (I’m kind of his new best friend because of the amazing thing I did for him (if I do say so myself), but we’ll get to that later.)
And this is where I’ll pick up next time.