Well, I went to see the Pope leave the White House today at lunch. I was invited to visit with the Bushes, but as you know, I'm a woman of the people and found it more fitting to be in the crush along Pennsylvania Avenue. It was very exciting, actually. Lots of dancing, singing people and protesters, etc. I didn't get any great photos of the Pope, though the Popemobile does a great job of elevating him so you can see him.
I didn't manage to get a shot right in front of me. But, trust me, he looks fatter in person and seriously needs to reconsider his hairstyle.
I thought I'd show you some of the lesser-seen moments, captured from my crowd shots. I am sorry to say I didn't get a picture of the guy who was pressing his manhood up against my behind. You'll just have to trust me on that one. Don't worry, I put a stop to it. And, in answer to a question my mom asked, no, he wasn't cute.
This was my favorite sign, but these were close seconds:
You've got to admire the dedication of these. I mean, do you buy these? If so, where? Crazies R Us?
Don't worry, the Pope was protected from these fundamentalists by Amerca's finest:
He wasn't protected, however, from being plastered on t-shirts and other Popeabilia and sold for $10