So it wasn’t exactly my big debut co-hosting with Anderson Cooper on Anderson Live as I’m sure I heard the producer say that night I was standing on line for Wreck it Ralph and took her call, but no matter. I did make it on T.V. Did you see me? I was the one in the front row who never once looked up from her lap top because she was too busy non-stop live tweeting (hunched over in grey shirt – check your DVR’s).
Being on T.V. isn’t all glamour and limelight, people. It’s a lot of hard work, and I had a job to do. Tweeting is a responsibility I don’t take lightly, and if Anderson called upon me to serve my country in this way post election day, I was gonna tweet my all.
With my fingers flying over the keyboard and sweat dripping off my brow, I left no tweet untweeted. Furiously I typed. I left it all on the studio floor. And, in the process I discovered something. I was born to live tweet. It’s my only true tallent.
If it wasn’t for Anderson I never would have known this about myself.
My journey to my true calling started early this morning.
I took the first bus out of Dodge at 5:30 am to be at the studio by 7:00 am, and the first bus was the only one that would do the trick. But as I discovered the night before when checking the bus schedule, the first bus of the day does not stop in my town. The bus route may run through my town at every other point during the day, but for some reason the one day of your life you need to catch the bus before the rest of the world has risen to get to the Anderson Live show when no other public transportation works because the Storm of the Century just destroyed everything when normally all you have to do is walk to the end of the block to catch the bus, the first bus of the day likes to start in another town.
My husband offered to drive me to the bus stop so I wouldn’t miss it or have to stand there alone. When we stepped out into the cold dark of the early morning, I wondered if the bus driver would even be able to see me. It looked something like this only darker.
But rather than finding a desolate street corner at 5 a.m., when I arrived a whole crew of commuters were there to greet me. Together we left the deserted suburban streets behind to enter the lit-up, pulsating world of the city at 6:15 in the morning. Pedestrians criss crossed the city streets and taxi’s coursed up 8th Avenue. I caught one and headed up to the studio at 57th street. Upon hopping out I saw the flowing blond curls of my friend and Anderson Live veteran blogger, Julie DeNeen (she’s got all the good photos), who amassed practically all the bloggers for the show. Then we were ushered onto the VIP line by quite possibly the most polite people on the planet. The Anderson Live staff either love their jobs or have been threatened at gun point by Anderson because I’ve literally never seen people that happy at 7:00 a.m. before in my life. I, myself, am ordinarily quite miserable between the hours of 4:00 a.m. and 9:00 a.m. if not in bed, but the crew seemed genuinely happy to see us. It was a nice feeling especially since no one in New York ever seems genuinely happy to see you.
Shortly before 9:00 a.m. we were taken into the studio, and that’s when the magic happened. I don’t know if it was the club music pumping or One Funny Mother (there’s anotha funny motha only she’s a mother and today we stood face to face for the first time) getting the crowd energized, but I could feel I was in the zone. I took to the twitter, and there’s was no stopping me. I was on fire.
Much of the show was devoted to Anderson and Megan McCain chatting in D.C. about how the republicans were taking the news. Megan was taking it quite hard. She likened losing to a bad breakup, and I imagine it must be difficult to be in her shoes, when it’s actually your father or someone you know well, when the candidates are not just a collection of soundbites and stump speeches but real people. And, I must commend her for speaking out and continuing in her effort to transform her party into one that is more inclusive, more open-minded and more understanding of the needs and desires of all the people of this diverse country.
The true highlight for me, though, was being in the audience with Scott Van Duzer, or as I like to call him, the President’s personal hugger. (He’s the Florida pizza parlor owner who swept Obama off his feet in a big bear hug when the president stopped at his business during a tour in September.) Van Duzer is a straight-talking, down-to-earth, earnest guy who calls it like he sees it and doesn’t play the partisan game. As a registered republican, he said on the show today that he voted for Obama because he was captivated by Mr. Obama’s energy, enthusiasm, and interest in the lives of everyday people when the two met in September. He added he didn’t feel a connection with Mitt Romney. He didn’t believe Mr. Romney understood the struggles and concerns of middle class Americans, having never had to deal with those issues himself.
After hearing Scott speak today, he swept me off my feet, too. (He’ll do it to you too – check out his foundation.) So I took a plea to the people.
I ended my morning with this.
I may not have been able to meet Anderson this time, but I’ll be back.
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