Performing a curtsey as an honorarium to your majestic royal pedigree. I was in DC in 2001 and missed the ball! DOH!
(Insert the sound of me smacking my forehead with my palm repeatedly >>> here <<< all the while mumbling... what was I thinking... what was I thinking... what was I thinking...)
I cannot count how many times the crowd boo-ed the media and dirty cops and deep state at the PHX rally, but I was about to go hoarse contributing what I could. I rolled up two campaign signs and used them as a megaphone.
To save my voice I developed a technique of saying Thank YYY...YYY...YYY...OOO...OOO...OOO...UUU...UUU...UUU... instead of cheering for President Trump when the opportunity presented itself, and there were plenty of times to cheer.
At a Trump rally, you’re either cheering, or booing! LOL!
It snowed the night of the 2001 FReepers Ball, starting while we were at the party. The DC mall was covered by a few inches of snow the next morning, making it seem like the Clinton trash had been cleared away.