The Eagle has landed

Guess who I saw yesterday.

I’ll give you a hint – He lives in a white house.

YES I SAW THE PRESIDENT!!! Finally. I mean, I’ve been living here for six months, and he lives right down the road.

So my friend Magda had arranged a White House tour for Jackie and me, and as we are lingering in some kind of lobby area, a girl my age makes an announcement.

“We have something special planned for you guys today. As you may have seen on the news, President Obama went to Afghanistan yesterday. Well, he is on his way back right now, and we’d like you guys to be outside when his helicopter lands to wave at him and welcome him back home.”

At this point, people begin cheering, and the woman in front of me just bursts into tears. Within seconds, she is sobbing and looking around wildly as if Obama is about to walk into the room.

Jackie and I just look at each other with huge grins on our faces and exchange looks of disbelief. Magda remains calm, because, you know, she has met the president already.

So they herd us outside, and we all scramble for front row spots. We then stand there staring at the grass for twenty minutes or so, while they deliver instructions, such as, “Don’t yell things at the President. He’s had a long day.” “Be ready for hurricane-force winds; remove anything that could fly off of you.” “No videoing allowed, only pictures.”

As we wait, we see Bo, the First Dog, scurry along the lawn. The oblivious dog was met warmly with shrieks and awwwws from the crowd.

Eventually, the helicopter made its appearance in the skyline, and it was soon hovering over us, doing some major damage to everyone’s hair. When it landed, three guys got out of the helicopter.

Then, alas, the President climbed down the stairs and walked across the lawn, waving to the crowd. I tried to wave extra wildly and smile obnoxiously, and you know what, I THINK HE LOOKED AT ME!!!

After our quick glimpse at the President, we went about the rest of our tour. I then went back to work and my mundane life, wondering when my next celebrity sighting will be.

Andrew’s wondering, too. This morning, he texted me: Hey, what are you doing? ‘Oh, you know, just getting brunch with Bill Clinton!’