, of Wardrobe Barbie's homecoming. Poor thing nearly got frostbite, literally, but I'm glad she was able to give us this report:
Finally Sarah and Todd stepped off the plane, and down the stairs, Sarah teetering on the most rediculous shoes I’ve ever seen in my life. Let me just say….Sarah Palin knows Alaska. She knows what it’s like when it’s 10 degrees in November at the airport, but there she was tromping through the snow cover in 5 inch black stiletto heels. She reminded me of a little girl playing dress up, the way she walked.

She was all smiles, waving at the crowd, and working the audience. [...] We heard about how she traveled all over “this great country” with Senator McCain, and everywhere there were people just wavin’ Alaskan flags, and Senator McCain understands about Alaska and Alaskan trade, and Alaskan energy, and Alaskan seafood…. Then she said that it was time that we all supported our new President…President Obama. Wow. Didn’t see that one coming. The lady next to me said, “Isn’t she sweet? She’s so nice telling us to support him even when she doesn’t mean it. Awwww. It’s never about her, is it…she wants what’s best for the country.” Luckily my feet were frozen in place or I would have fallen over. Then she said how now we needed to teach our new president about Alaska, and Alaskan trade, and Alaskan energy and Alaskan seafood… “Because,” she said, “at the core of our campaign, my message to them was ‘We’re Alaskan!’” Hmmm. I must have missed that core message somewhere between Bill Ayers and Bill Ayers.
Then she teetered off to go talk to the press who were set up about 30 feet away.

While she was gone, the crowd was a-buzz. “She’s so nice!” “Isn’t it amazing how she can speak off the cuff like that?! And she’s so good at it!” And my favorite exchange from off to my right somewhere:
Woman 1: I wonder what she’s telling the media?
Woman 2: She’s probably telling them to lay off her clothes!
Woman 1: Yeah. And she looked really good in those clothes.
Woman 2: She looks good in anything, doesn’t she?
Woman 1 : Yes. She. Does.
Then more chatter about singing. “We should sing! What should we sing?” “How about God Bless America?” “No! Amazing Grace!” “That’s not peppy….How about: (singing) We love you Saaa-rah, oh yes we doo-ooo! We love you Saa-raah, and we’ll be truu-uue! When you’re not wi-ith us, we’re BLUE! Oh Saa-raah wee-ee love yooooou!” At this point I was ready to stick a shiv in my temple. We were packed in like sardines, and I dared not move or I would lose my reasonably good picture-taking spot so I stayed put.
I started to bounce up and down because my feet were seriously cold at this point. Finally she finished up with the media, and came back over to the line. She started shaking hands, and hugging people she knew, and exchanging niceties, working her way down the line, shaking hands, more hugging, and before I knew it, I was right there 2 feet away, and it was obvious I was the next in line to have my hand shaken. I had to actually recoil to avoid it, and I managed to grab a little girl who was behind me and shove her ahead so it looked like I was being thoughtful, and not because the thought of shaking Sarah Palin’s hand was short-circuiting my brain. The little girl’s mother thanked me and Palin moved on.

I was definitely ready to take off. My toes were starting to really tingle, and it was getting late. I went to head to the gate, and was stopped by Secret Service. “I’m sorry, you’re going to have to get back behind the cone.” I explained how I was really cold and was just heading to my car. “I’m sorry, I’m going to have to ask you to stand behind the cone until the Governor leaves.” There were several other frozen people, some with little kids, who had already tried this apparently. No dice. I was stuck out in the cold behind a fence with a bunch of hard-core Sarah Palin groupies with no escape, and a jammed cell phone. This was not good.
I checked Palin’s progress. She hadn’t gotten far. She was autographing every piece of paraphernalia, every sign, every t’shirt, every flag that was thrust at her. More pictures, more hugs. I was going to be here for a while. I walked around in the crowd to keep circulation going in my feet, but with no success. Numbness was setting in. I found a hot chocolate dispenser in one of the vans blocking my escape. A man handed me a cup. I debated whether I should drink it, or pour it on my toes. I drank it. It was probably the wrong choice.
It was another 1/2 hour before she waved good-bye to the crowd. A new chant erupted. “TWO THOUSAND TWELVE! TWO THOUSAND TWELVE!” I allowed myself a little daydream. What would happen if I started chanting, “O-BA-MA!” at the top of my lungs? It actually made me giggle out loud through my chattering teeth. Then, she hopped in the black SUV and headed off to Wasilla. [...]
Once again, I survived a Palin event. From now on, I’m only doing this if it’s indoors!
Now that's what I call sacrificing for your country. Thank you, Mudflats!