We have been at Invesco for several hours waiting on Obama's speech. The sun has been constantly present. Staying hydrated to avoid a host of horrible outcomes has been repeatedly emphasized to me. So when one of my fellow attendees wanted a lemonade, I volunteered for the quest. The line for the lemonade was an ordeal. A diminutive woman prepared the lemonade alone. The process included manually squeezing the lemons, adding the liquid, adding the ice, and taking the money. It took a long time, but I could not be mad at the person doing the best job she could. I also met some great Democrats in the line. Fortunately, I returned in time to save my comrade from a fate worse than death.
Guest posted by one of Georgia Women Votes favorite men, Daryl Morton
ps - Guess who wanted the lemonade.
Lauren Logan Benedict