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Al Gore on the JumboTron. The main stage was so far away that we watched everything on the big screens in the stadium.



This is a photo shortly after Obama got on stage.


A nearby JumboTron during Obama's speech.


When there were flags waving in the top section, the floor was inevitably going wild!


We left home at 12:00, walked 30 minutes, waited in line for maybe an hour and a half, then finally got seated around 2:00. We were pretty early and had our choice of seats in section 526. Basically sat in the warm sun from 2:00 to 5:00, then entertainment and speeches started.


Post-event photo. Brandon's wearing his Tacos for Obama shirt, and I'm waving my flag.


Man- if only I could have captured the magic of tonight through pictures. Our seats were in the upper-level, and my new fancy camera doesn't have the zoom capabilities of my old camera, so it wasn't possible to capture the many wonderful sights. For example, the thousands of flags waving in unison with wild energy, and the delegates on the floor who were dancing so happily in the aisles to songs like Ain't No Mountain High Enough very early into the evening- probably three hours before Obama's speech. Seeing Obama's little girls, especially the youngest, get all exited when she realized they were on the JumboTron. Seeing people make public speaking seem effortless.

In spite of our birds-eye view, I still loved the music and dancing and speeches and thought Obama's acceptance speech was inspiring. Volunteers passed out tiny American flags to every single person in the stadium. They had a small number of gigantic flags they would pass out to a few people in a small number of sections during speeches, and take back during intermissions. They must have passed them out and taken them back no fewer than 7 times. These flags were bigger than our king-sized bed sheets! Amazing all the details that go into something like this.

And Stevie Wonder! Hearing him sing, Signed, Sealed, Delivered made me happy. Hearing Al Gore speak was great. One of my favorite parts of the evening is when they brought out a number of regular citizens out, and we heard their stories- they were all very compelling, and I was impressed with how engaging they were.

We were standing outside in the long line, and a sweet older woman who didn't have a ticket was taking in the scene. She stopped next to me and asked me excitedly, "Are you a delegate?" I told her I wasn't, but said proudly that I was a Colorado citizen. I'm grateful for Obama's decision to make something like this accessible to the masses. I felt lucky and am inspired.