find my forever a home

this evening i went to a meeting of [what i assumed was] my local chapter of obama for america supporters to make phone calls in honor of the president's 50th birthday. the event said '485 NW seniors' POTUS birthday celebration' .. i asked my friend dave what we thought that meant. but it said it was sponsored by seniors for obama and veterans for obama, so that made sense. it wasn't necessarily all seniors, right?

so i'm driving there.. i get to the address, and it turns out to be a retirement community. i call majjy, we laugh, and i decide to just go in, fruit plate in hand.

i knock on the door and this tiny black woman named faye answers. when i walk in, the crowd is made up of elderly black women, two men over 60 and one white-haired lady in the corner. i sign in and put on a name tag. as i go around the room introducing myself, i find out that the lady in the corner is bernice, the elderly hostess with the mostess i used to work with at a restaurant in college. it was saloon themed, so the hostesses all wore these dresses with feather boas around the shoulders. 
(she's the one in red)
ms. bernice worked there for 35 years. every day in a long black dress with a big sweeping black boa with silver tinsel hanging out of it. anyway she remembered me. she lives in the retirement community now.

we had a lot of fun though. at one point there was a live webcast from the president to thank everyone who was at these house parties around the nation for his birthday.. but everyone (mostly bernice) kept talking through it. she asked faye what the president was saying and she just looked at her and said 'well I would KNOW if you WEREN'T TALKING.' faye is a spitfire.

anyway i'm relatively sure i was a party crasher. at one point, one nice woman said 'so, megan... how exactly did you hear about this meeting?'