9:00AM
I run into Newt. He still thinks my name is Andrew Jackson. I still can’t believe he thought HE was going to be the next Andrew Jackson. Every time he says ‘hello’ I just think of when he said, ‘I want to shift the entire planet. And I’m doing it. I am now a famous person. I represent real power’. Ugh, sometimes, man.
12:00PM
Get in a cab over to the Convention. I am drinking a Starbucks and the driver gives me the eye. I realize what’s happening…‘I prefer Dunkin’, I tell him (which is true). The guy smiles, nods, and later says, ‘No need for a tip’.
Most of the cab drivers in Tampa are in very good moods. They’re making a killing this week.
1:00PM
I do some interviews. Not naming names, but I’m really sick of being on panels with famous politicians’ daughters and sons. They are everywhere. And if there’s a panel, you can guarantee they are there. I guess they have an interesting perspective, but most do not.
3:00PM
The CNN Grill is still the place to be. Piers Morgan is on his fifth chocolate brownie of the week. John King is having a big lunch. Wolf Blitzer asks me what I thought of the Paul Ryan speech. I guess my answer is inadequate because he quickly asks if I even watched it. I tell him young people want to be the next Steve Jobs, and the Romney/Paul ticket should speak about their own entrepreneurial spirit. Wolf taps me on the shoulder and winks. Notch in my belt.
