I still remember the moment distinctly. I was in my mid 20s, a fledgling reporter at Roll Call newspaper. I lived just a few blocks away from the Hilton on Connecticut Avenue where, every April, the stars of the political and media world flocked for the White House Correspondents’ Dinner.
I went on a run the Saturday night of the dinner. And I stopped to watch as all the people I thought I wanted to be made their way into the hotel. I pledged to myself that one day I would be a successful enough reporter to make the guest list for that dinner.
And I did. I went to eight (or so) WHCD dinners over the next decade or so. I was even sitting at the table next to Donald Trump when Seth Meyers and President Barack Obama roasted him in 2011.
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