Senator Obama’s speech last night at Invesco field–as it must have appeared on TV and the web–was surreal, historic, and glorious from start to finish. I watched in almost silent awe, blubbering like a baby, my flag waving furiously in my right hand… taking my eyes off of the most eloquent speaker of our time only to turn around and periodically gauge the reaction of Hillary Rodham Clinton, who was sitting about four feet behind me (So was Madeleine Albright, Gov. David Patterson, Mayor Villaraigosa… nyyyeah, I had some okay seats).
Clinton–who looked radiant, rested, and redeemed nn a chic, ivory suit–was both gracious and warm for the speech’s duration, clapping the “Yes We Can” beat longer than all of the others in her private box, listening seriously and then grinning like a beauty queen when all was said and done. The display was so warm and fuzzy that it had me singing Operation Ivy’s “Unity” in my buzzy brain all night, and imagining that everyone in the stadium was like, totally holding hands and forgiving each others’ differences and stuff.
With all of these feverish, giddy, magical feelings swirling through the stadium of 70,000 (or so) chantin’, flag-flyin’ Democrats, it suddenly seemed that everything looked more beautiful than they ever had before: the fireworks’ spectacular red glare was so very red that it made us bleed American, Stevie Wonder’s sweet voice lingered in the air as if played by a magical, silvery, lyre, and Michelle Obama gleamed like a goddess, looking her most stunning and beautifully-dressed.
I know, I know. I thought it was the wine and fervor, too. Until I found out today that our potential future first lady was dressed–not in Armani, not in Chanel–but Thakoon.
And that’s not just the wine and fervor talking.
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