I was lucky enough to be invited to an Obama campaign event at Chelsea Piers the other week where I got to, you know, meet Michelle Obama and stuff:

She’s beautiful and she glows like a well-spoken sun. She looked me right in the eye and said that the campaign needed my help, could they count on it? I gay-gasped in her face, and cried a little on her hand, and she moved on. It was a moment I’m sure we will both cherish for years to come.