As you know, M and I had an amazing weekend in San Diego a few weeks ago. I have already posted photos of the
lovely wedding and
Balboa Park. What I didn't tell you, was that on our drive back home, we were delayed for 2 hours because they had closed a major city street. After talking to a nice officer, we learned that it was closed off for President Obama. We were literally only a few blocks from home, so we parked the car and tried to walk. That didn't work, because the police officers wouldn't even let anyone cross the street! The officer informed us that anyone attempting to enter or cross the street would be arrested immediately. Clearly we didn't choose to cross the street. I pulled out my camera and patiently waited for two hours until Obama had passed and they reopened the street to go home. I got these photos of the president.
Surprisingly, we were in good spirits the whole time. M and I were constantly laughing and joking.
Then, the crowd went silent and as the first motorcycle cops started to pass.
The big moment:
We had no clue which of the six black Tahoes that Obama was in, but he was in there somewhere. Of course, it would not be complete without the motorcycle cop finale.
So that was it. We had waited for over an hour just to see a bunch of motorcycle cops and a few black Chevy Tahoes to pass. It didn't feel very fulfilling. After Obama had passed, the streets remained closed for another 30 minutes.
We were a little annoyed and tired, but still in good spirits. Trying to keep myself entertained, I found the cutest little kitty to play with in the window. She would follow my finger through the window. M wanted to play with the kitty also, so he pulled off a few leaves for the kitty to play with. I got these cute shots:
How adorable is that spotted belly?!
I love this last shot. [The kitty reminds me a little of Chunky Spunky when she was a baby.]
And that is the story of how I was within 50 feet of Obama. I'd be lying if I said the kitty wasn't the best part of the whole story.