Guess Who's Coming to Lunch?

That's right, ol' GW. Bet you never thought you'd see that picture on my blog.

I'm in Chicago and staying at the Drake Hotel. It's a FABulous place. Very historic, love the executive lounge (more about that later), love the fitness center (brand new at the cost of a cool mill), and magnificent view of the lake. BTW has a wonderful yarn store around the corner, been their, bought green, I know you're surprised.

Anyway, apparently they will just let anyone in, because the Prez is coming for some big fundraiser lunch. There are more grey and black suits in the lobby than I have ever seen in one place. Everyone of them has a little wire coming out of their ear, while they talk in hushed tones on their black cellphones (don't know if they are motorola Jason, you get in trouble if you stare too long at these guys). The advanced team has been here for a week, this group of 60+ (the ones that I could see, ya know there must be twice as many that you can't see) and half of the Chicago PD is swarming the hotel. I know that they are all making good money and that we are paying for it. A comforting thought, don't ya just feel better now?

So I am heading out while the getting is good ... wish me luck!