The Delegates

There will be parties tonight, to be sure, and even parties tomorrow.

The work of The Delegates crew is far from done — we’ve got lots of filming to do tomorrow, and we’ll be posting video and text about the delegates’ stories here in the coming days and weeks as we sift through all our material. And there’s a movie to be put together, of course, out of hours of tape and files from three different cameras.

But for me, who’s spent most of the Convention walking around backstage and typing away, it’s the bubble that I will miss. The carnival itself, and the carnies, and the minor accoutrements of the show. I don’t spend lots of time behind the scenes at big-deal things. I am typically all geeked out at being behind the scenes at things that are small deals, or in front of the non-scenes at things that are no deal at all.

The press box is a weird place, suspended above all the action instead of buried under it (like Bloga Scotia and the press filing room in the Pepsi Center), to end this thing. The stands have emptied out but the floor, where the delegates were seated, is still mostly full. They, and us, have been big mahoffs this week, and now we fly back home to be little mahoffs again.

But while we’re still tremendously important to the world: thank you thank you thank you to the DNC online outreach team, especially Sona, Adrienne, Aaron and Lindsay.