A Week to Remember

This week has felt like a month.

My job often takes to me to fun, interesting and sometimes plain ol' crazy places. But this week may top them all.

Monday was a Creative Coalition cocktail party, where I interviewed Tim Robbins while simultaneously screaming incessantly to myself "Do NOT proclaim 'The Shawshank Redemption' one of the greatest movies of all time." (I did not.) Yes, Susan was there. No, I didn't talk to her. I was too busy trying not to mention "The Shawshank Redemption."

Tuesday was The Day. I started walking from my office in the direction of the Capitol at about 7:45 a.m., looking like the little kid who can't put his arms down in "A Christmas Story" with an Al Franken-like video set-up strapped to my back. I returned at 2 p.m., having been walking almost the entire time. In between, I witnessed a moment in history that many talented journalists have put into words better than I can. Suffice it to say, the sheer volume of patriotism made my heart sing.

Friday, I found myself standing on a runway at Andrews Air Force Base, with the plane that becomes Air Force One off in the distance. I myself was headed up in a fuel tanker to watch jet fighters refuel. Yes, I went to the Danger Zone. And it was awesome.

All in all, it was an exhausting week, a wild week, but most of all, a hopeful week, for so many, including me.

Mommy and Baby's Adventure

When C. went back to work, and I was first home alone with Baby, I started referring to our outings as adventures. Adventures could be anything from a simple trip to Target, or a more complex outing to a new little town on the Maryland's Eastern Shore that we had never experienced before. They were adventures in every sense of the word, definitely for Baby, but maybe just as much for Mommy, too.

Yesterday, Baby and I went on another adventure, both to give C. some peace and quiet and for us to get out, escape the cold and do something different.

Yesterday's big adventure was to Tysons Corner Mall. Laugh if you want, but anything with a 16 month old can be an adventure. You don't even have to try hard to make it so.

Our adventure included such exciting chapters as how to dress Baby on a 13 degree day so that he wouldn't freeze on the hike from the parking lot, but wouldn't be sweating once we got inside. We explored the wilds of Pottery Barn Kids, and all the toys they have in store (enjoy'em here, Baby, because unless we tap into what's left of our 401k's, they're not coming home with us right now). Baby got a chance to amuse his adoring female fans, as they gathered around him in Sephora to ogle his lovely eyelashes (no mention was made of sampling the mascara, but I think there were thoughts of it).

Then there was the venture into Tysons' version of Lord of the Flies: The kids' play area. (More on that in a separate post.) Did I mention that it was 13 degrees yesterday? Lots of cooped up, Inauration-trapped parents apparently had the same brilliant idea as me.

But perhaps the most exciting scene took place when we were just strolling through the mall. A large crowd of people usually hustling along, had all stopped around all sides of a kiosk. As I drew closer, I heard a familiar voice, and suddenly got chills: Everyone had stopped because the kiosk had flat screen monitors, which were all focused in on the words of the President Elect, as he spoke from the back of a 1930's caboose.

It was an adventure I'll remember, not just for a lovely day with my child, but for the words that stopped a crowd to unite for a moment in the hope for the future of our country.

I can't smile without you. Really.

I have a confession to make.

As I was sitting up at midnight writing the Christmas cards I swore (swore!) were going to be in the mail Dec. 1 and berating my very existence, I had HDNet on in the background. Which was playing a Barry Manilow concert.

I not only left it on. I enjoyed it. Right on down to the last notes of "American Bandstand" and "I Can't Smile Without You."

If I had even a shred of coolness left over from my youth (which would be a stretch to say I had any to begin with), it is now certainly gone. And I'm OK with that.

A big hot cup of democracy

Did you get all your Election Day freebies today?

From Starbuck's coffee to Krispy Kreme donuts, you could get plenty of free hot (and cold, thank you Ben & Jerry's) food to match the warm spot in your soul left by voting.

My favorite moment today came when I stopped into a Georgetown Starbuck's on my way home from a Washington election party. The half dozen or so people in the store were in there to proudly flash their cherished "I Voted" stickers to the baristas in exchange for their free tall cups of coffee.

Waiting next to me were two Georgetown students, one sporting a "Karl Marx for Obama" T-shirt. The two youts were eagerly slurping down their cups of free Ben & Jerry's ice cream to prepare for their free tall coffees. Once we all had our free non-plumber Joe in hand, I mentioned that it looked like they were making the rounds. They laughed, and appreciated the tip that they had missed the free taco at California Tortilla.

That's exactly why I love about Election Day. Beyond the banners and the bunting, way beyond the attack ads and the slogans, it gets neighbors of all ages, races and backgrounds talking, laughing and discussing the future of their country, if only for a few minutes over a free cup of coffee.

Communications Geekery

On this election eve, an interesting link compliments of my husband/fellow media geek C. about the chaos that Hilary's top spokesguy caused and later dealt with.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to grab my sleeping bag and get on line for concert tickets to vote.

The Secret o' Life

Those words jumped out at me while listening to James Taylor on my iPod on the Bolt Bus (yay, Bolt Bus! The Internet sometimes works, but the $49.50 is well worth it) a few weeks ago coming home from ridiculouschick's shower.

If you're not familiar with the song, the refrain goes something like this: "The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time."

I was reminded of that again when chatting with HappyLiving yesterday, who was having some of her own revelations about her own current stage of life.

We all spend so much time analyzing what's behind or straining on our tiptoes to see what's forward that it's all too easy to miss what's happening right now.

If I were writing a letter to my younger self in a few years from now (not to sound like a scene from Spaceballs here), I think that might be one of the most important things to know, and to remember.

Catching up

OK, lots of loose ends to catch up on.

First, Rainn Wilson may just be my new favorite celebrity. This guy is truly the real deal. Here's why: The cause he was in town supporting is an incredible group called the Tahirih Justice Center, which provides legal aid and support to women fleeing gender-based violence. What does that mean? Women who are trying to get away from their African tribes to protect their daughters from FGM. Many have them stolen in the middle of the night, no matter how hard they try to protect them. Women who are in arranged marriages who emigrate to the country only to be abused in any number of awful ways, and be left with no legal status to defend themselves, because their visas are tied to those of their husbands.

Not exactly the kind of stuff you'd think the guy who plays Dwight Schrute would support, let alone wholeheartedly.

Yet he did, far beyond the call of duty. He ransacked "The Office" prop closet to bring goodies for the silent auction (including Michael's Dundie award and Andy's Cornell sweatshirt, both used on the show). He posed for picture after picture, in between playing with some of the clients' children. He went to the executive director's home earlier that day to meet with clients and hear their stories. He auctioned off brunch with himself on Sunday for another fundraiser.

He even sat down with me for an interview long after the event was over and most other celebs who come to Washington charity events (Sharon Stone, I'm looking in your direction here) would have been whisked away to their suites or Towne Cars.

As it turns out, both he and the director of the group are Baha'is, and the religion places a heavy priority on seeking social justice. As his celebrity grew, he said, he got all sorts of requests to participate in charities, and finally decided that he had to focus on one cause that spoke to him.

All in all, he was a really cool guy, even if I did sound like Chris Farley on "The Chris Farley Show."

Awesome.

There are other things, but this blog post has well overstayed its lengthy welcome, and you're bored from all that scrolling. More to come.