Day 239

 

Day 239, self quarantine:

Sunday, November 8, 2020

Hallelujah.  It’s over.

Where can I get white pantsuit pajamas?

What a week.

Friday night I fell asleep sitting on the sofa again.

I woke up early Saturday, unable to move my neck.  With great pain and hope, I put on MSNBC and could not believe my eyes that Joe was still stuck at 253.

Gary came down at 9:00 a.m.  We made a fresh pot of coffee and took our respective spots in front of the television.

“Philadelphia hasn’t reported for a while,” I told Gary.

“Nevada won’t get him there,” Gary said.

“Yes, I know.  Morning Joe has told us 87 times already but we knew that.”

“If I have to hear a definition of provisional ballots one more fucking time...” Gary sneered.

It felt like we were watching paint dry.

And then, shortly after 11:00 a.m., MSNBC announced Philadelphia added votes.

“Omg, Gary, he’s winning by 40,000 votes in PA now!  They have to call it!”

No sooner did those words leave my lips than the BREAKING NEWS chyron appeared across the tv screen.

I grabbed Gary’s arm.

“We have an announcement to make,” said Morning Joe.  “Joe Biden is the president elect of the United States!”

Gary and I broke out into tears.

I knew I would be emotional but this was really something.

As soon as I composed myself, I sent out three texts, one to Eric, one to Julie, and one to my friend and coworker, Angelica, who has talked me off the ledge this entire election. 

“JOE HAS BEEN DECLARED PRESIDENT ELECT!”

And then naturally I posted it on Facebook.

I still can’t believe that it was my city, Philadelphia, for the win.

Gary and I heard a roar outside... the celebration poured out into the street and in streets all over the world.

It was like the way I read parades described following the end of World War II.

“I knew we’d be happy but I didn’t realize we’d be spontaneous dance parties in the street happy. What a moment!” Sarah Cooper

“I live near Washington Square in New York. Crowd noise has not stopped since 11:45

or so this morning. It's not organized. There's no podium, no "event." Just people being themselves in public. Celebrating, yes, but also experiencing — by means of reversal — everything they lost.”

Fox News reporter in DC: "Not a lot of violence or any kind of real commotion here, primarily, perhaps, because of just how much marijuana is being smoked. The smell of that is quite pungent in the air right now."

And while all of this peace love and understanding was happening internationally yesterday, over at the Temple of Doom:

“President Trump’s advisers said he refused to acknowledge yet that the race was over, and aides said he had no plans to deliver the kind of concession speech that has become traditional. His campaign also vowed to continue waging its legal battles.“

The funniest story of the day, though, was Rudy’s press conference at the Four Seasons.  

Not the hotel, Four Seasons Landscaping, which is nestled between a porn shop and a crematorium. 

Omg, if you didn’t hear about this:

https://slate.com/news-and-politics/2020/11/four-seasons-total-landscaping-trump-team-news-conference.html

Anyway, back to yesterday.

So Gary and I watched MSNBC for the rest of the day with the sound off and blasted music and partied all day.

We were sad we couldn’t join any celebrations in the street, but, you know, coronavirus.

Anyway, I scrolled Twitter throughout the afternoon, sharing in celebrations all over the world, when I came upon this tweet.

“You don’t have to RT him, reply to him, argue with him, or point out the lies and errors. He is irrelevant. The work to unite and move forward continues and that doesn’t include him.” Chasten Buttigieg.

I actually sat back, took a deep breath, and read it a few times.

And I felt like a giant weight was lifted off me.

So I cut and pasted his tweet and emailed it to myself.

And now I’m posting it here.

Donald is irrelevant.

Let’s unite and move forward.

Happy Sunday!