It was before I moved here, to this town, and still lived over across the river in the college town that this story began.
I was at the Farmer's Market and a man had a table set up. John Smith, a local man, was running for President. I chatted with him. Finally I told him if he makes it to high office, may I please be appointed Minister of Cats. He laughed, and invited me to a fundraiser he was having a week or two out, over by the fairgrounds.
I could walk to the Fairgrounds from where I lived then. It was about two miles but I walked a lot back then. I kind of forgot the event and that I had promised to attend (I take promises seriously even though I knew he wouldn't remembere me). I remembered last minute and headed over, only to find massive numbers of cars parked in the large lot and crowds. I heard music inside and got in line to go in.
I was a little confused, as I got, with admission fee, two free beer tastes at the numerous booths all selling alcohol from local breweries. Oh my, I thought, this is a fun candidate. And there was a band, rock and roll, my favorite. I had my two beers and then hit the dance floor, with a little guilt, that I quickly vanquished. No Presidential candidate in sight.
I had a grand night of it, dancing with all sorts of people, one of whom told me "you are a wild woman, a free spirit" which gave me a thrill and made me dance even longer.
The next day, I found the campaign website for John Smith and emailed them that was sure some kind of fun fundraiser they put on last night but I hadn't seen the candidate. I got a terse email back. You were at the beerfest. Our event was behind it.