Oh Obama.

You know what's exciting? Seeing the president and having him wave to you.
You know what's not exciting? Standing in the pouring rain with groceries as he's waving to you.


Obama is currently at the 40/40 Club which is about 30 feet from my apartment building. I get out of class around seven, and I'm walking home, starving, because today I got a root canal and I haven't eaten anything since yesterday. I stop at Chipotle, it's raining, but I'm like whatevs. Then I stop at CVS to get some groceries - including ice cream. As I step out of CVS there's a blockade.

Me: (To NYPD) Excuse me? Is there anyway I can get through?
NYPD: No, we have to wait for the president to come.
Me: But I live on this block...
NYPD: What's your address?
Me: *insert address*
NYPD: Yeah, you probably won't get in for at least a half hour.

So for 20 minutes I'm stuck in this cluster of people in the pouring rain with bags. I was also wearing white - the wet t-shirt contest I didn't sign up for.

Then the president comes in his limo with all these cops, and you can see him and he waves to us, and it's exciting, but not fun.

After he gets to the 40/40 club the police let people walk north/south, problem is I live east of where I was.

Me: Officer, can I go home now?
NYPD: Do you have ID?
Me: Yes, but it doesn't say I live there.
NYPD: He's not gonna leave until 10:30pm, you have to stay here until then.
Me: Are you serious?
NYPD: Yep.
Me: You couldn't just walk me to my apartment?
NYPD: Ehh, no.
Another officer: What's the address?
Me: **
AO: That's not on this side.
Me: Yes it is! It's right next door to ****!

He then decides to walk me and Becca, (Becca as I'm talking to the NYPD comes out of nowhere and is like Caitlin!) but as we're going he's like "Oh we're not gonna make it, you live too close." Then Secret Service is around and they're like "What are you guys doing?" And finally I pull out my key and I'm like "I have this key! This key will unlock the door to *** and let us into the building! Just get me to the building!" They took pity on me, looking like a wet sewer monkey, and finally I was let into my building.

As I'm in the elevator my chipotle bag finally splits open from being soggy and my chipotle drops on the floor of the elevator. Boo.

But I mean, it was exciting seeing the president, even though I've seen him several times, because he constantly seems to visit around my apartment.

Oh now spotlights keep flashing at my window. We aren't allowed to keep it open.