Day two of the convention was amazing!
Jack and Larry, my camera guys, and Cole, my driver, ventured down towards Coors Field to watch a group of politicians and delegates work on their batting. All I can say is that baseball and politics are not two great things that go great together. Case in point: George Bush managed a baseball team.
We couldn’t get a camera down on the field, and now I know why. They can’t play ball. My proof? When I asked a few politicians leaving the field how their batting went, no one talked! Either they sucked, or much like the work they do on the DC Hill, they were sworn to secrecy despite the fact that spectators can see their every swing.
After that, Cole took us down to Civic Park, right across the street from the state capital. Recreate 68 was there, and Public Enemy was supposed to perform. Apparently, Flava Flav opted to stay in Boulder. Jerky.
Then we went back to our hotel where I put on my war paint, i.e. my makeup, and went back down to the Pepsi Center. As if the evening couldn’t get any better, on my way in I ran into The Daily Show’s Samantha Bee! Here I am, just a little, unknown struggling comedian, telling her how much I think she’s the sh*t, and she took the time to stop, shake my hand, listen to me and even tell me that what I’m doing is “cool.” Holy Crap! Samantha Bee thinks I’m cool! Surreal indeed!
Finally, I made my way inside to hear Hillary Clinton speak! But, in true Gabby-style, I had to run out right before it started to use the ladies' room. As I walked out of the arena, I encountered a Congressional Aide with a sprained foot. Oddly, no one opted to help her, so I hustled to the nearest lemonade stand, ordered a latex glove full of ice, and hustled back. Sadly, I couldn’t get back in because the arena was filling up. So, I stood just outside of the arena, in front of a wide screen TV, and helped this poor woman, whom I think broke her foot!
Nevertheless, I still heard Hillary, and every time the crowd swelled with cheers, you could feel the floor rumble. It was electrifying! Hillary looked confident, presidential, and downright gorgeous. Standing amongst reporters, delegates and vendor workers, we just looked at each other amazed at this powerful speech.
After it was over, the crowd filled the exits. I was stuck inside, looking for Cole. You would think that the convention’s tallest guest (Cole) and the convention’s smallest guest (me) would have been able to find each other with ease. Not the case. I felt like I was in the middle of an AC/DC concert.
Finally, I made my way out where, right before was John Oliver from the Daily Show jumping up and down like a duck on Quaaludes yelling, “We did it!” Again, another surreal moment, considering I was in the footage that TDS captured!
Overall, I’m numb, and it’s not just the sleep deprivation. I’ve got some great footage for you, so please be sure to check in daily to see some of my exclusive interviews! Oh, and just to remind you, Samantha Bee thinks I’m cool.





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