-THIRTY-TWO- CHELSEA The amount of time the campaign has been soaking up is getting more noticeable, so I’m not surprised to pull into my driveway to find the living room light still on. It’s just after 11 p.m., and usually Dad is in bed by now. Since he is not a fan of Saturday Night Live, it can only mean he is waiting up for me. I kind of feel like I missed curfew and am busted, only I don’t have one. Until recently, being out late was never a concern Dad had to deal with. Considering I have a cop car following me, and an eruption of camera flashes to illuminate the sidewalk to the side door, I rule out attempting a stealthy entrance. It must be quite the strobe effect from the perspective of Dad’s recliner in the living room, even with the curtains drawn. Do these photographers think I am going to flip them the middle finger or something? What could be so interesting about walking from my car to the house? I swear to God, I will never understand how celebs put up with this on a daily basis.
