Monday, January 19, 2009
GRACE. That's what rained down upon me today. My escort called his stepdaughter to ask her about ball tickets. She told him to go to the Washington Convention Center and ask for the east coast rep.
We told him that I was a Maine delegate who hadn't received an invitation to a ball and that we knew the East Coast Ball was way oversold.
"Let me see what I got," he said before disappearing behind a curtain.
When he returned, he handed us an envelope. "Tell your stepdaughter she owes me big time."
When we opened the envelope, to my surprise, we held two tickets to Biden Home States Ball.
I wanted to kiss everybody.
To the ball, I'm wearing my hair in a beehive.