Can I just say having to use the word "Pepsi" all day long is making me feel slightly tawdry?
 Hope springs eternal outside Pepsi Center |
Two words describe the experience of walking into the Center: sensory overload. The lobby is a sea of bodies, all trying to go different directions. I could barely move without whacking people with my backpack. I finally made my way into the main hall, which I have to say is pretty damn exciting the first time you do it. The dazzling spectacle below takes your breath; it’s like being on the deck of a starship looking out at, uh, a really big political convention in outer space.
My view from the altitudinous Periodical Press Gallery:
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The stage is on the left; my view is from slightly behind. If you look really closely, you’ll see the podium — and if you look really REALLY closely, you’ll see Nancy Pelosi standing behind it giving her speech, I swear! (Pelosi: "McCain has experience… being WRONG." Not bad.)
A couple notable sightings: at one point, Jimmy Carter walked right past me in the hallway. Also outside the main hall, correspondent Andrea Mitchell politely said "excuse me" and walked right under my nose. She’s very petite.