Lukewarm off the press!*

*When news breaks, I take a nap.

The DNC has been covered ad nauseam from the politicians’ speeches to the protesters, from the friendliness of the locals to the lack of proper NYC-style party accommodations in the Mile High City. My coverage was a little different. I set out to document the weird, the odd and the downright freakiness that grew out of Denver’s Party of the Century.

Thank goodness I took the train downtown, because every street was either closed off or congested with cabs/protesters/police/MSNBC/tourists. The 16th Street Mall (pedestrian traffic only) was packed with humanity. And it smelled. Bad. I’ve never smelled that before in Denver. (NYC, yes. Paris, hell yes.) It was the smell of 500,000 hippies, PR folk, swag peddlers, porn peddlers, call girls, media, tourists, and delegates from Lincoln, all packed into a few blocks in 90 degree heat.

Highlights

Just a few cops. With great legs.



Not sure what his deal was.
Maybe he was just looking for an excuse to wear this?

It's not an invitation, just a suggestion.



Yes, it is fully automatic.

Closest we could get to the Pepsi Center/DNC Central.

Set of MSNBC. Look it's the back of Pat Buchanan's head!

We're talking Hardball!

What's a little copy right infringement between friends?

One for my Action Figure collection.

Pretty sure she's a call girl. Just sayin'.

The BIG show
The Daily Show filmed on my campus all week during the DNC. My friend T is a Jon Stewart stalker and she managed to wrangle up 8 tickets to the show. With laser like focus, and a little help from Bachelor #1, she was able to get us a spot in line that enabled us to sit in the front row during the show. Bruno was confiscating cameras and cell phones, so I didn’t take any pictures during the show. However, after the show, I managed to take a few on my stealth cam.

Waiting in line.

The poor bastards in line behind us.

Got our tickets!

There was a lot of waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. And sweating. (Man, it was fucking hot that day.) It was all worth it once we got inside for the show. There was a Q&A with “Jon” (we’re on a first name basis now) before the show. Guess who asked the first Q? No, not me. I drew a blank. (Hint: he’s my IRL stalker.)

Sample Q&A:
(Responses in parentheses)
- How many writers do you have?
(I don’t interact with the staff. They keep me in a sort of hyperbaric chamber.)
- If you could go on another show and get it canceled, which show would it be?
(Can it be a network?)
- How many houses do you own?
(One. Actually, I live in the back of one of John McCain’s houses.)

After the show. The set was smaller in person.

What did we learn about Jon? He’s as quick witted live in person as he is when scripted on his show. He’s got great timing and is charming. He’s also kind of short. (compared to me) But no matter. It’s not like I’m going to marry the guy. I’m just going to stalk him a little.

The show. Our group can be seen in the opening sweep of the audience.