So, what a morning, what a morning! Actually, more like an “American Morning.” I ended up getting a call from a booking agent with the show that liked what I did on Sunday, so they want me to come in a morning hit. Now, granted, I’m thrilled, but there are some conditions that make me, well, say “wow”:
-I have to BE READY AT 4:45 AM to get there on time for the hit. Remember, we’re one hour behind the east coast. A 6:50 AM hit in the NYC is, for us here, 5:50 AM. I’m supposed to be chipper and intelligent (though some will question if the latter ever occurs.) Tough call but I can pull it off.
-The segment is not with Robin Meade. Now, don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed talking to John Roberts. He is mega-cool. The whole experience was cool – real cool. And with all apologizes to Mrs. Me and Mr. Her, because truth be told, it’s not about all that; (can’t a woman be cool without being sexualized? Misogyny and objectification of women just really grates me the wrong way and I will say it loud and often, a heck of a lot more than I will talking political turkey. I know that I’ve mentioned this on at least one interview and probably will again later on this week. Perhaps if we as Black men did this more often for women, especially our Black sisters...sorry – I digress...) You just don’t meet too many people with that level of energy – pure, joyous, constant energy. Always smiling - genuinely. She lifts up a room by being in it. That’s what she projects on screen. I know of only a few people that I have met in my life that can do that on a regular basis. That is just amazing and inspiring to me. Again, my name back in the name was “2 Hype” for, among other things, having an nocturnal, always burning energy, so maybe one day I could hit that level of energy. It would have been interesting to be on the same set as her, just to see what that dynamic could be like on camera.
-It’s flippin COLD OUT THERE at 4:45 in the morning. Remember, someone in the RNC decided to award the convention to someone in Minnesota. No offense to the fine people that live up here because I met some WONDERFUL people here, but it’s cold. That’s it. It’s cold. I don’t like cold. I don’t like it being cold on Christmas. I don’t like waking up in the morning, asking God to please turn down the AC. It was 50 degrees on my way down to the Xcel Center. 50. Felt like 30 to me. No wonder there are so many Caribou Coffees around here – can’t go 10 minutes without feeling like you’re freezing and need something to warm you up. Of course, that’s at least during the unmentionable time of 4:15 AM to start your day. Now, it would be ok if you went to bed on time, but...
-I haven’t gotten 5 hours of sleep a night since I got here. In fact, I didn’t get that since Thursday night after Obama’s speech. How could ANY Black man or woman go to sleep after that? I wrote “Magnificence” that night because of how I felt. I was buzzing. He is not my candidate, but we share the same legacy. Kinda like Tigers Woods and golf – most of us don’t play and didn’t engage the game that much until he came along, but it won’t ever be the same because of him, either. Last Thursday was on point and it kept me up as a result. So, couple that with:
-a Friday night send-off party over a friend’s house;
-Saturday night’s street crawl with Li’l Kim Kardashian, Madame Governor from Pittboro, the Master (Barber), the CNN posse (which has come in handy....) and two-thirds of HHR;
-Sunday night’s YR events....
You get the picture. Lots of networking. Wonderful people. No sleep. When your eyes finally close at 3:15 AM, a 4:15 AM wake-up call is not your friend.
Listen to me, though, complaining as if I’m not enjoying every minute of this life-changing experience.
Ah, the life of being at a presidential convention...
Now all we need are events that are inspirational to the delegates...
