what it all comes down to is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine

[sab]

Tomorrow's Election Day and the day after tomorrow I'm flying to NY to celebrate my dad's 70th birthday. I'll be gone for a week, leaving the house to the wayward girls until I come back on the 8th to start fundraising for the inevitable recounts.

This city's abuzz with expectation, with rallies that preach to the choir, and it's fucking Christmas Eve in LA as we all rattle around waiting for the polls to open in, oh, eleven hours? There's not much left to do, not much left to say -- tonight was the DNC's pre-emptive pizza party because there's no more fundraising and no one left to call.

Yesterday I set out to find a place to watch the returns come in tomorrow, having a very rigid set of rules for the venue; I needed a place where I could smoke, where I could access the internet, where I'd be in a room of exclusively Kerry voters and a great big TV. The answer, of course, is thassalia's house, so Bron, Maayan, Shox and I are descending there at 8pm and plan on sticking around till T. and M. kick us out or we know who's president, whichever comes first. It's possible we'll be there till January.

Our rockstar lifestyle continues apace, though my energy's flagging as I'm called upon to be social too many nights out of the week, and I'm missing the internet, and with it runpunkrun more than ever. I actually took the night off, bailing on Maayan, Heidi and Chris at the movies to come to the Internet cafe instead, where I got a much-needed virtual hug from wearemany and am now sitting with my toes dangled in the World Wide Web, and, ahhh, the water's fine.

It's 2004 and my daddy's turning *70* -- this, if nothing else, is a reason to celebrate. I'm hoping we've got more reasons than that, but we'll see what's what on T's big-screen TV 24 hours from now. My sister spycookies turns 26 (!!) a couple days later, and we'll celebrate in NYC with the likes of boxmint (and furies? I will e-mail you both with details when I have them) et al on Saturday, and in there we're taking at least one roadtrip up to Northampton to see mom and dad's new house (move-in date's set for Jan. 19th, Inaugurations all around!) and mingle with the local hippies and queers. Mmmm.

Attention also to weaselchopsaw and the LA brigade -- it's sorlklewis's birthday on Wednesday, and I won't be here to show her a good time, so it's on you to party with the Kid till the lights go out in Georgia. Yes?

We had heaps of trick-or-treaters on H-day, three bags of fun-sized candy's worth, but no TP or eggs and no one stole my black cat, so all in all, a decent holiday.

I'll see you tomorrow, after we vote. qowf, I'm still at the same number and I'll be waiting for your call. Hug everyone for me.

Love,
Sab

Comments

[projectjulie.livejournal.com]

Am I perchance on the way to Northampton??

[reccea.livejournal.com]

Have a great time in NY. :)

[selenak.livejournal.com]

You know I'm holding my breath for the elections, along with the rest of the world, but I have the double investment of hoping to finally get some conversation back after the vote.*g*

Also: Did you read my latest story?

[andraste]

Sab! We miss you, and of course I wish you all the best of luck with the election. (Since it looks like you're picking the guy who'll tell our army what to do for the next four years or so, we could use the luck ourselves ...)

Also, I finally got to see an episode of Jeremiah! I screwed up taping the opening two-parter, but I got Man of Iron, Woman Under Glass just fine. I like what I see so far *g*.

[fourteenlines.livejournal.com]

Fisticuffs!

My brain is mush.

[somedaybitch.livejournal.com]

wait...wait! you won't be there on thursday or friday cuz you're leaving for NY on weds? but...but....*sniff*

darn, i guess i'll just have to twist my own arm and make the jaunt again when you get back. i just recently discovered the wonders that are The Coffee Table, in Silverlake, and the *best* eggs benedict and jumbo cappucino that i've ever had. mmmmmmm.

in the meantime....have oodles of fun tomorrow night with the girls at thassalia's...be safe, or if not, enjoyably reckless.

[illmantrim.livejournal.com]

grins
good to see you and your groovy commentary!

[qowf.livejournal.com]

Baby, sweet baby, I need your cell phone number. Yours went the way of the dodo when the old cell phone was taken.

So, email me at qowildfrontier@gmail.com

We'll be in touch.

This day will never end and it's only 8:47 in the morning. 12 hours until Jon Stewart.

[hederahelix.livejournal.com]

bagels?

are you seriously offering NYC bagels? should i just pester wearemany to bring them back?

seriously, thank you for all your hard work at the DNC. no, really, it's going to make a difference. i probably won't see you before you go, so have a big virtual hug from me and a great trip to NYC.

by the time you get back, i think wearemany and i should both be in the same place and not flying anywhere for long enough to see you again, and if we're really lucky it'll be without lots of rain, exploding transformers, hummer stretch limos that can't get around rotaries, and side trips to downtown.

[bexxa.livejournal.com]

Happy birthday to your dad. :)

[-maayan.livejournal.com]

Truthfully, if it came down to fisticuffs between the boys and the RPS-ers, the RPS-ers can count on my votes in their column too.

Huh. I'm sleeping on the couch.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

There's beer and soda and wine and brownies and grapes and chips, and it's possible that if I call M. and remind him he'll put them all out nicely, on plates, but more likely he'll wander through the kitchen looking aimlessly at everything but the beer, so help yourself, and settle on in. Let's hope we're not locked in until January:) The beer will not stretch for that long, but the cats will try and make it all better and we have many chairs and blankets so it all comes out in the wash.

[furies.livejournal.com]

you WILL find me. or i will hunt you down. i MISS YOU!

standing at attention

[boxmint.livejournal.com]

i tucked my contact info into sabine101. ready when you are, boss.