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Editor’s note: Blade reporters Joshua Lynsen and Chris Johnson are in Denver and will be posting their casual observations in addition to breaking news stories all week.
I had no idea what to expect Monday during my first trip to the Democratic National Convention’s main hall in Denver, the Pepsi Center. But armed with my trusty digital recorder, I decided to document the evening. 4:59 p.m. I am just about to leave my hotel room to make my way to the Pepsi Center. I just heard from my coworker that it took him two and a half hours to get there from the Colorado Convention Center and into the building. I’m not particularly hopeful for how quickly I’ll be able to get in, or even if I’ll be able to see Michelle Obama speak tonight, but I’m going to try. 5:16 p.m. I have just boarded the bus that will take me from my hotel to the Pepsi Center. While I was waiting for it to arrive, I had a fun conversation with a convention volunteer originally from Michigan. We debated what to call people from Michigan. She says the appropriate term is Michaganers, but I prefer Michiganites. 5:30 p.m. We are just pulling out of the parking lot of the hotel. I’m not sure why we had to wait there for 15 minutes when time seems to be of the essence this evening, but onward and forward. 5:52 p.m. We have exited the highway. We are now in a holding pattern behind a row of at least, one, two, three, four, five, six buses, but it goes around a bend and I can’t count the full number. I have no idea how long I’m going to be here waiting for things to progress. This could be interesting. 5:55 p.m. We are moving again. I think. We’re starting to go around the bend. And now we’re stopped again. Baby steps, I guess. 5:57 p.m. We’re moving again. I’m not sure what the holdup is yet for buses. It looks like they might be letting a few through at a time to empty and then they’re keeping the rest in a holding pattern. It’s start-and-stop service right now. 6:00 p.m. We have just crossed over into the Pepsi Center — field? Parking lot? I’m not sure what exactly this is, but the officer at the front of the bus just said, “Welcome to the Pepsi Center.” Off to our left is Invesco Field. The Pepsi Center is a few blocks to our right. 6:04 p.m. We have arrived. 6:07 p.m. I just breezed through security. There was no one in line. All I had to do was take off my backpack and empty out my pockets. It was surprisingly simple. 6:15 p.m. I just ran into three professional acquaintances and will be hanging with them for a while. And we have just entered the Pepsi Center. 6:19 p.m. We just got into the convention hall proper. Nancy Pelosi is on stage talking about how we need a president that believes health care is a right, not a privilege. We have a bad view, though, and we’re going to try to find some better seats. 6:32 p.m. I just bought a roast beef sandwich and a bottle of water for $8.25. All things considered, that’s really not bad. 6:41 p.m. We just ate dinner with a man from Montana who’s a rancher and a vice president of a community college. We talked about same-sex marriage with him, which he fully supports because, as he says, “People are people.” We’re now trying to work our way into the hall, but space is quickly running out. 6:44 p.m. We have finally found four seats together. We are at the extreme left of the stage, high up in what is accurately described at the nosebleed section. We truly could not be seated any higher. But we’re here. 7:05 p.m. We’ve been sitting here a while now and not a lot has happened, honestly. I didn’t recognize the speaker who was on stage when we entered. He was followed by some kind of annoying, protracted musical interlude. Then we had a video presentation for something I couldn’t make out because the acoustics were so bad. Something to do with building homes for disabled veterans? I’m not sure. And now we have two people on stage that I don’t recognize by face or name. So what I had thought would be a star-studded event is slightly less than expected. 7:09 p.m. If it comes to pass, the worst kept secret of the evening will be that Sen. Ted Kennedy is making a surprise appearance. I’ve heard the rumor twice now. 7:15 p.m. Caroline Kennedy just took the stage. Interestingly, as she did so, a sea of Kennedy signs materialized from delegates on the floor. I don’t think they would print all those signs up just for Caroline, but maybe I’m just overly suspicious. We’ll see. 7:20 p.m. I cannot disclose how, but I have acquired a floor pass that is mine for the remainder of the evening. I’m going to the floor. 7:31 p.m. Ted Kennedy has just taken the stage and I’m on the floor to listen. 7:35 p.m. Ted Kennedy just said that Obama has the potential to stop the rivalries that exist between certain groups. Among the groups he cited were straights and gays. 7:50 p.m. I have just returned to the walkway from a rather dangerous situation. I had tried to move past the center of the stage, in front of the camera area, and found, for lack of a better term, absolute gridlock. I’m not a claustrophobic person, but with so many people pushing so hard and getting nowhere, it made me uneasy. Tempers were flaring, people were yelling at each other, and the few convention staffers who were there did nothing to help the situation. And I fear it’s only going to get worse as the night and week goes on. I hope they can straighten that out before something bad happens. I am approaching what should be the Maryland delegation area and will look for a familiar face. 8:26 p.m. I just called my boss to brag that I scored a seven-minute interview with Maryland Gov. Martin O’Malley. Good thing I brought my recorder. I’m now just biding my time as I wait for Michelle Obama to take the stage, which should be momentarily. 8:29 p.m. I am standing next to the Minnesota delegation, an indulgence I couldn’t resist as that’s my home state. Michelle Obama is set to take the stage momentarily. Oh, and look. There’s Anderson Cooper. 8:51 p.m. I am cutting out early on Michelle’s speech in the hopes that I can actually make some decent time back to my hotel instead of getting caught in a sea of people and not getting back until 3 a.m. We’ll see if this strategy pays off. 8:59 p.m. I have boarded the bus that will take me back to my hotel. It’s sparsely populated at the moment. I think a lot of people actually want to hear the end of Michelle’s speech. Go figure. But hopefully we’ll be back by 10 p.m. 9:19 p.m. The bus is rolling. I am on my way back to the hotel. This will be my last check in before I return to my hotel room, which, again, I’m hoping can still occur before 10 p.m. because I’ve got a lot of work ahead of me. 9:47 p.m. I am back in my hotel room. It’s been a great night and I’m glad I made the trip. Now I just need to crank out some copy before I collapse.
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