(Not Quite) Crashing the White House State Dinner

Today is Thanksgiving Day, a day in which we look back at things that we are thankful for.  I am thankful for Jillian, my Family, and peanut butter ice cream.  One thing I can assure you that I am not thankful for is the couple that brazenly crashed the Obama’s first State Dinner on Tuesday

The two aspiring reality stars walked to the White House gates acting shocked that they were not on the guest list, and in the craziness of the evening, they were let in to the most exclusive party in DC.  They are now the only people EVER to have crashed a White House State Dinner.  They even posted pictures on their Facebook:

I’m relatively speechless here.  On one end you have to admit that they have the biggest balls in DC just strolling into the White House and taking pictures like they belong there.  On the other end you have to think about how sad it is that this older couple (that’s probably old enough to have a kid my age) thought it would still be cool to do something like this.

But the reason why I’m not thankful for them this Thanksgiving Day is because they were the only thing stopping me from a peaceful, turkey-induced coma.  I was working today, and there is NOTHING else going on in DC this holiday weekend, but their stunt has created a media frenzy whose ground zero was my cubicle.

I was sent to their house in Front Royal, VA in an attempt to reach them to figure out who the hell they were.  They live in the country about an hour from DC on roads that even the GPS can’t find.  We rolled up and parked in the driveway, next to a single white limo.  Inside the doorway there was a picture of the two of them with Jerry Sienfeld.    Peering inside these people’s house was exactly how I imagined spending my Thanksgiving.

After talking to their neighbors it turned out they were relatively scetchy people in general.  One neighbor even claimed that debt collectors and repo men frequented their house, another neighbor mentioned how police had been asking about them recently. So I returned the tape to civilization in time to celebrate Thanksgiving Dinner with my Dad and Stepmom…crisis averted.

But the real reason why I started writing about this in the first place is because I was (legally) given a glimpse at what the State Dinner would actually be like.  Tasked with attending the First Ladies’ preview on Tuesday, I was given an opportunity to see how I could wine and dine if I had donated tens of thousands of dollars to the Obama Campaign:

I was pretty excited.  As we walked into the front door of the White  House (That’s right! The front door that I always thought would be fun to knock on), I had the strange feeling that I was not really suppose to be there.  It was probably around the same feeling the crashers had later that night.

The press filed into the State Dining Room and I grabbed my camera, ready to attack.  I looked to my left and a Reuters photographer gave a long sigh and said, “Man, this sucks.”  I, not understanding why he would not be excited about being in the White House and seeing the First Lady, responded, “I guess…I mean, it could be so much worse.  It’s kinda cool!”  He turned to me and just said, “No, this sucks.”

So after getting over the curmungeonous of the White House Press Corp, the event began and the First Lady strolled in.  While snapping photos I had this nagging feeling that someone from the White House was going to figure out who I was and ask me to put my camera away.  Not only that but I took this picture and was immediately like, “Oh crap, she saw me!”

But it turns out other reporters were taking pictures with cameras that screamed spectator.  Point-and-shoots galor.  I was safe.

The event was quick and painless, a lesson on the history of State Dinners and what we could expect that night.  Even if I was 20 feet away, it was a little bit of history, and seeing the State Dinning Room was a memory I will not soon forget. 

So we were escorted out of the room as the First Lady tasted desert selections for the night with girls that she mentors from the DC area.   And as I walked out I gave a little knock on the door, something I had wanted to do since I was little, ending a pretty sweet trip to the White House (that I was actually invited too).

Happy Thanksgiving!

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One response to “(Not Quite) Crashing the White House State Dinner

  1. wow!! That’s awesome! You totally downplayed your day on the phone! gobble gobble

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