This week I feel like I’m being transported back through time. With large masses arriving in our fair city dressed in red and khaki, nametags and dinner menus and power point presentations occupy my waking (and sleeping) hours. And it was just a year ago that the real fun began in Minneapolis-St. Paul for the 2008 Republican National Convention.
As much as I loved my job last year, there are several pluses about my upcoming “party” this week: no protesters, no Secret Service, no hurricanes, and no sleeping in a hotel for two weeks.
And so the day rolls on. It’s a busy one at that, with three more to follow. But if the party on Thursday goes okay — speakers show up, power point doesn’t crash, catering gets delivered, nametags aren’t misspelled, and my boss leaves with a smile — all will be most well.
Now onto those placecards.
