I was freaking out.
John Boehner was just voted in as the Speaker of the House.
I was sitting on a bottom step in the upper balcony of the House in the Capitol, squished between another photographer and a lobbyist who kept asking me to move because she couldn’t see.
I ignored her, because I couldn’t see either. At least not for who I was looking for.
You see, I wasn’t freaked out because I couldn’t see John Boehner. I wasn’t there for him.
All I kept thinking was, “Where the heck is Scott Perry?”
I also spoke to Perry’s wife, Christy, afterward about the swearing-in. Here is her version:
“I was looking around, and I couldn’t find him. And they said, ‘Raise your right hand.’ And all of a sudden I heard, ‘Mommy!’
“And I looked down, and it was my oldest waving at me. So I got to spot them through her.”