Presidential Panic

You guys, oh my god! I am probably meeting the President tomorrow!

(I told a friend that, and she asked, “Of what?” “Uhh, the country.”)

Apparently the Noho neighborhood team won a bunch of awards, so we get special tickets. Jenny, the team leader, didn’t know exactly what that meant, but she said she strongly suspects it means front row seats and a photo op with the President.

I’m so excited! And slightly panicked. What do I wear? What do I do with my hair? Will the Secret Service let me give him one of the Obama hats I knitted?

OH MY GOD WHAT DO I SAY TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES?