November 8, 2000
Matching Bags

 


 
Hey! Look!

Katie Couric and I are sporting matching bags under our eyes this morning!

(Except that my eye-bags aren't being broadcast on national television.  Plus, SHE has a makeup artist to help camouflage her bags.  All I have is good ol' Maybelline spackle.)

Frankly, I was shocked to see Katie reporting for her usual tour of duty on The Today Show this morning. Last we saw her -- somewhere around 2:30 a.m. EST -- she was slumped over the NBC anchor desk between Tom Brokaw and Tim Russert, propping herself up by the elbows and smiling blearily into the camera. I thought for sure she would take the morning off, but no.  There she was, a scant four and a half hours later, smiling, doing her job, acting thoroughly professional ... and looking just as beaten down by her job as *I* do!

It's so cool!

(Although I'll tell you this: if *my* boss forced me to work until 2:30 a.m. and then expected me back in the office, four and half hours later, I wouldn't be smiling. And his coffee would be smelling funny for the rest of the fudking week.)


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This Presidential election is inspiring major weirdness everywhere I go today.

David hasn't been this excited since they blew up Verducci. "Isn't this great?" he says. "Isn't this exciting? Don't you just LOVE this?"

It's the same thing at work. I walked into the Totem Pole Company this morning and there were little clusters of engineers standing around, here and there, having excited, earnest conversations ... their little engineer faces glowing, their little engineer hands waving to and fro in the air, for emphasis ... and for a change they weren't having excited, earnest conversations all about Offset Barrier Type-Y Crossings With Signalized Crosswalk Indicators.

Even the online world is burning with day-after-election/still-no-President fever today. The message boards are buzzing. My cyber mailbox is full of e-mail with subject titles like "Did You Vote?" and "Hope You Voted!" and "XXXX Hot Nasty  *Sudking & Fudking* In The Voting Booth!" And of course the Internet journalers are having a field day with this one: even people who ordinarily write about nothing but Maybelline and feet are suddenly showing an interest in the events of the day.

(Ahem.)


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Voting last night was painless ... and fun, even. I kept expecting something to go hideously awry at the last moment, of course -- we wouldn't be able to find our polling place, or else we'd get there and the line would be a bazillion miles long, or else I'd get up to the registration desk and give them my name and they would say "I'm sorry, we have no record of your existence, Secra: got any I.D.?" -- but the whole thing turned out to be a big piece of cake. We literally walked next door to vote.  Our "polling place" turned out to be the elementary school next door to our apartment building.  We stood in line for maybe five minutes altogether. My name was listed in the book, right between Somebody Paulsen and Somebody Pozcynswcki. I managed to get my little punch-card thingy aligned with the two little red dot whatchamahoozits at the top of the thingamabob with a minimum of fuss and tugging. I punched in my votes for President (and for the tiny handful of other races that I had a semi-informed opinion about) ... and that was it.

Done.

The sweet little old man at the registration desk said "Thank you" and gave us our *I Voted* stickers ... and we said "Thanks backatcha" at him and smiled ... and we went out the door holding hands and walked next door to our apartment and spent the rest of the evening watching the returns on TV, eagerly waiting to find out who will be the next President of the United States.

We waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

I drifted off somewhere around 10:30 p.m. By that point Katie was propping her eyelids open with toothpicks, I think.

I woke up with a bang sometime around 2 a.m. and found it hard to fall back asleep again. (I am weighted down by a bazillion tons' worth of work-related crappage this week. That's pretty much all I want to say about it at this point. Stay tuned.)  I lay there in bed for a long time, listening to David snore ... counting Frequent Flyer miles in my head ... planning groceries/shopping trips/groovy photo opps for Jaymi's visit next week. At one point I considered sneaking out of bed  and firing up the computer, just to see if they'd posted the election results yet,  but I resisted the idea. I knew that once I got up and connected with the world, that would be it. I would be awake for the rest of the day ... and butt-tired by noon.

"I'll turn on The Today Show in a couple of hours and get the election results," I told myself.

Because of course there would be results when I got up and turned on the TV at 7 a.m. Right? Presidential elections don't take THAT long.  Do they?

(Help me out here, people. I don't have a lot of *experience* with this stuff.)



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