Kickin’ it with Ronald McDonald at the White House Easter Egg Roll in ’81. Pops got me all messed up with the brown cords and the tight maroon jacket.
Yep… that’s right. Uncle G. Mo is taking the nieces to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave for the annual White House Easter Egg Roll. If you recall, that is the residence of President Barack Obama and family. I haven’t told the girls yet, but best believe that they’ll be excited when I inform them. Now most folks are aware that I’ve got hook-ups from here to Timbuktu, but when it came to copping these tickets, bruh man had to do work. I sat in my office logged onto the White House website for hours. Every 5 minutes or so I’d hit F5 on the 3 different browsers I had open. For the first 3 hrs of trying I got nothing but the “Thank you for your patience” message screen. Around 2:15pm, I had 6 tickets selected once and then got booted. About 10 minutes later I was able to get back on and it went through for the 6 tickets that time. Presto!!! I was in.
My hands started shaking like I had arthritis as I tried to type the pertinent info into the blanks. The excitement of actually getting through the system was what shocked me. I mean, I always believe that I’m going to get whatever I want. But sometimes I end up on the short end of the stick. This time, I got lucky. Seriously, I can’t even say it was anything more than that. I didn’t get a chance to take the girls to the Inauguration and I was kinda sad about that. So I really wanted to find a way to get them to the White House. This coup today, sealed the deal.
*picks up mic*
Test… 1…2.. See it kinda goes like this. I already knew I was gonna get em before I did. I spoke it into existence. I told myself “Self… we gone get these tickets for the girls to see President Obama at the White House”. I said it this morning while eating my cereal. I said it in the car in traffic on 29. I said it when I sat down in the office. It was destiny. You gotta believe… Thank you
Back in the early 80’s when Ronald Reagan was President, my dad used to take me to the White House. I remember those days like they happened yesterday. I didn’t care about Democrats and Republicans back then. I just had fun on the lawn with the rest of the kids, the cartoon characters and playing games. That is one experience that I want my own child to have one day as well. But for now, I’ve got 3 little girls who call me uncle who will be happy to go. Hopefully they’ll get souvenirs like I did back in those days. I still have my wooden eggs from ’81 & ’82.
It’s amazing to think I actually kept them that long. As much as I’ve talked to them about President Obama and the interest that they’ve shown in him being President, it will be historical for not just them… but me too. Hell, I might be just as excited as they’ll be when I tell em. Best believe that I’ll be taking plenty of pics of our day.
Peace & Love…