“Mommy, in the morning when I wake up, what will be different?”
It’s tempting to make up some wild story, that if you choose the winning candidate, you wake up and find a vintage Bentley, a real-life dinosaur, and a ten-tiered chocolate cake in your living room, but I’m not going to lie to my six-year-old. Again. Sometimes he actually believes me.
“I don’t know, honey. Mostly it’s perceptions that change. The actual changes take a really long time, kind of like when we’re trying to clean up the basement.” (Yeah, our basement is that bad.)
I vow to go to bed early, but instead stay up until 2 a.m. watching speeches, eating Halloween candy, and feeling vaguely depressed. I set the alarm for 4:30, and settle in for a nice nap. The morning is a blur, with me literally running out the door to catch a 5:41 train. As I’m rushing to the station, I can hear the train. I glance at my watch which says 5:40, and start running. If I miss the train, it will be almost an hour before the next one comes. Finally I get close enough to see… And it’s going in the wrong direction.
I buy a ticket. Over the speakers I hear that my train is running on time… which means my watch is probably five minutes fast. And I can’t seem to stop coughing from running in the cold. Since everyone thinks I have Tuberculosis, people keep their distance.
The train pulls in, with every single seat already full. People are standing in the aisles and the doorway. I get on and the guy behind me is yelling. “Move further down the aisles. Keep it moving, people! Keep it moving!” He’s easily able to push me forward, and I’m happy to keep walking, mostly to move further away from him. Another guy tells him to relax, and somehow this turns into an argument about neither of them having power. Naturally.
I cannot believe people manage to have fights on the train before they’ve even had their morning coffee. I continue to cough, and people glance at me nervously throughout the train ride.
I ask the guy next to me if the 5:40 train is normally this crazy. He says no, that the LIRR is still running modified services. The train rolls into Penn Station at 6:30 a.m. I buy a coffee, and head outside for a cab. (It’s not even worth it to figure out which subway lines are working.) I arrive at the building where Anderson Cooper Live is taped, and manage to leave my gloves behind in the taxi. I show the doorman my ticket, and I’m directed to the line on the right, where every single person is a blogger… and holding a cup of coffee in their gloved hands.
I meet Julie DeNeen, who helped find most of the “mom” bloggers for the show, and I quickly find out you are considered a mommy blogger even if your kid is in their twenties… Oh, well. I meet the bloggers behind One Funny Motha, MelBel, RealHousewife, BethelBuzz, Adorable Chaos, Just A Busy Mom, and Forever 51. There’s about two hours before the show, part of which is spent signing various legal disclaimers. Some people take pictures, but I don’t think to take any. Oops.
Finally, we are led into the studio, which is freezing. Since the cameras are constantly scanning the audience, they give us some helpful warnings about things not to do on camera. Apparently scratching your head and picking your nose are ill-advised.
I’m extremely nervous since it’s their post-election show, and it’s fairly obvious that (as someone who voted Republican) I’m in the minority. The show moves quickly; each segment is 2-4 minutes. Meghan McCain is the guest-co-host, and that segment of the show is being taped in DC. We are cued on when to clap, and I sneak glances at Deborah Norville’s shoes throughout. (I later find out I’m not the only one entirely jealous of her Louboutins.) The studio continues to be freezing, which though bad for personal comfort, ends up being quite good for posture.
Despite almost every minute of the show being planned, the studio atmosphere is fairly relaxed, and all of the show assistants are friendly and upbeat. There is a segment on food as it relates to the election. Apparently, the last couple of elections can be predicted by which political party’s cookies and cupcakes sell better. We watch Anderson scarf down a cupcake during a segment that’s not aired, and there’s clearly one thing we can all agree on. Cupcakes are tasty.
After the show, five of us bloggers grab food, and gab some more. With a Noreaster on the way, most of us are rushing out of town, and others are stuck for an extra day or two. Getting to meet a bunch of other bloggers was, as usual, pretty damn awesome! So glad I actually noticed Julie’s tweet asking for bloggers… Thanks Julie! And it was great meeting all of you!
I’m too exhausted to write about topical politics, so let’s talk about writing instead. Is coffee essential to your writing process? What is essential for you? A quiet place? Music? I actually can write with distractions, but it depends on the the nature of the piece… How about for those of you participating in NaNoWriMo?
Disclaimer: I was in no way compensated for appearing on the show or for writing this post. Any opinions expressed are my own.