So Pam and I are leaving Market...and we see that our bridge is closed. You know, OUR bridge. The one that leads us to the only way we know back to our hotel.
As has been mentioned before, "Pam" is "map" spelled backwards and once again I was grateful that she was doing the driving.
We make it back to our street, and we see something going on. Something political.What could it be? Every side street was blocked with a motorcycle officer...
Once at the hotel, we didn't feel it would be prudent to double park right in front of one of the aforementioned officers, so I convinced Pam that it would be best to loop back around and try to figure out what was going on.
For some reason it didn't matter who the politician was, it was exciting to be so close to an official motorcade. At least I felt that way. Pam was a little more concerned about getting us safely back to our hotel.
Turns out it was an Obama event, so once back to the room I celebrated my new feeling of Obama-mania with a 100 calorie Snowpuff.
We found out the next morning that Bill and Chelsea had spent the night in our hotel. I'll assume the a/c worked for them (it was a problem a lot of folks had) and I bet their tvs were visible from their beds (ours jutted out oddly into the middle of the room.) However, I'm sure if they had brought their own snacks, they couldn't have been more tastefully arranged by housekeeping than ours were.