Wednesday, February 24, 2010

A kiss from Michelle

Probably impossible, now - apart from a few close friends and family, and the Queen and inner city children who've just lost 10lbs eating their carrots. The secret is to get in early - before the celebrity and the security.
It started with Obama's early visit to the Dade County Auditorium, back in the fall of '07, when he was still just one of seven and my idea was go see the man -pay to be up close, more fun than just writing a check. And why not take a few orchid flowers along, some of our big, fat, brilliant bling bling purples that say:"Our Time Has Come!"
We paid a hundred dollars each to sit right up close - so close that in front of us were just two rows of important people, and right in front, a sunny, perfect family, with two flaxen-haired small children being good. So when all the important people left their chairs to go meet Obama before he spoke, I gave the orchid flowers to one of the young children, to give to Barak. And when they came back to their seats, their sunny mother nodded and smiled: mission accomplished!

So when Michelle came to town in early '08, we did it again- paying to hear her speak at the Biltmore Hotel. We were just a few feet away, with our glasses of wine and cheesy fingers and three beautiful spikes of Vanda flowers. Deep purple, almost black, on white, they are an orchid that turns heads. In fact, coming into the sumptuous Biltmore it was like Pretty Woman: even the waiters and receptionists turned to look.
After Michelle spoke and before the clapping had stopped I crossed the few feet of carpet with the flowers and said I wanted to welcome her to our tropical US. I should have said "sub-tropical " but that doesn't have much swing to it. And Michelle looked down at me- (she is tall but she was up on a little dais) and said "Well, bless you!" and leant forward and gave me a kiss.
And then Dr Motes, pushing forward in the surge as she came down to meet and greet, was saying something to her and I prodded Bart forward but he said something deep and political and it was left to me to say: "Bart's going to work for Obama in New Hampshire!" and Michelle exclaimed, "Oh, bless you!" again, this time to Bart and gave him a kiss and turned to me, on that hot, sunny Florida winter's day and said: "Feed him up!"

So that's our Michelle story.


  1. It is a beautiful story. I like the part about bring the orchids the best. I am very interested in the ideas of politics, but not interested in the personalities of politics; so, I guess your blog gave me a glimpse of something that I would never have done myself.

  2. Hi Mary!
    Thanks again for giving Quinn and I the grand tour. I mentioned you in my latest blog post and there are some pictures of the farm. You should give it a look!

  3. Alexsandria. Martin is away and Im busy with cold weather and orchids- Am looking forward to reading your stuff! Great to see you and Quinn.Mary

  4. John: I posted a comment but somehow lost it- So glad you enjoyed the blog. "Saying it with flowers" indeed! Mary

  5. Its a rainy morning here. I've been catching up on your blog and laughing all the way. A cherry spot for a gloomy day. Jan

  6. Janice -when you say "laughing" you make my day! That's my cheery spot! Mary