AC360° Associate Producer
I woke up exhausted this morning, as I usually do the day after my semi-annual Columbus Day Cocktail Party. And before you even ask, no, Anderson Cooper was not invited. His entourage is too big – food taster, publicist, tarot card reader – for my tiny apartment and frankly, last time, I was missing some silver.
Anyway, I woke up a bit groggy. I vaguely remember Erica Hill sliding three shot glasses toward me and muttering something about the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria. After that it’s a blur.
Upon waking up, I headed out with my dog, treating the residents of Greenwich Village – as I do everyday - to the work of art that is my fresh-from-bed self. One time I was actually stopped and asked if I would be interested in modeling. I was excited until I found out they wanted me to pose for some of the “before” photos in a rehab brochure.
Anyway, Sammy and I were halfway to the chain smoker who looks like Popeye’s girlfriend Olive Oil when it hit me: The election is still three weeks away. Three interminable weeks of Obama and McCain saying “I’m rubber and you’re glue, whatever bounces off me sticks to you.” And by “you” they mean either crazy old man or friend of domestic terrorists.
I suddenly found myself waxing nostalgic about a night in college when someone put a cigarette out…in my hair. Somehow that seems preferable to 21 more days of listening to pundits and prognosticators, flacks and hacks, to say nothing of the candidates themselves. Yawn.
Don’t misunderstand me; I love covering politics. But enough is enough. I keep thinking: “this should have been over long ago.” Kind of like how I feel about Kim Kardashian’s 15 minutes of fame.
And of course, there’s still one debate left to suffer through. It’s tomorrow night, just in case you don’t have it marked, as I do, with a big smiley face on your calendar. And by smiley face I mean skull and crossbones.
Not that there’s anything wrong with debates, in theory. I’m just saying that if Old Yeller was in the audience tomorrow night he would have turned to his master and said “OK, I’ve had enough. Just take me out back and let’s get this over with.”
But, of course, I’ll watch the debate. As I know millions of others will. And I hope you will watch it on CNN, despite Jeff Toobin paying more attention to the baseball score than what’s happening on stage.
I’m sure there will be some good moments. Obama will be asked if he’s overconfident. He’ll say no and then excuse himself to take a nap.
McCain – in an ill-advised attempt to appear technologically savvy – will boast that he is at that very moment Tivo’ing several re-runs of Matlock.
Then Sarah Palin and Joe Biden will come in at the end to perform their rendition of “Almost Paradise” from Footloose.
I get choked up just thinking about it.
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