Aw. Those wittle sad faces look so familiar! We saw those little sad faces in November, too, didn’t we? Poor things.
They really need to work on that, because people like me really enjoy those sad faces.
Did I ever tell you guys my election night story when Trump won? If you don’t want to read it, that’s fine. But these little sad faces made me think of it again, and it was such a nice evening.
I had decided to spend election night in Myrtle Beach. So I was heading up to my room for the first time and shared an elevator with a guy wearing a MAGA hat. I complimented his hat, of course, which got him all excited because I’m a youngish female who likes his Trump hat. We got to talking. And we saw each other several times after before election night.
So he eventually invited me to join him and his buddies at the hotel restaurant for election night. I declined, telling him I planned to spend election night with the TV off, sitting on the balcony of my room with a glass of wine, watching the ocean from 14 floors up. I wasn’t feeling real confident at this point, as I have stated before.
Election night rolls around, and sure enough, me and my glass of wine were on the balcony watching the ocean.
I have no idea what time it was when I saw someone running across the hotel’s patio toward the beach. All I could see was a flaming red hat. And I knew it was my new friend in the MAGA hat. He stops at the edge of the hotel patio, looking up towards the balconies, searching.
Then I hear my name being yelled. I stood up and looked towards the guy who is frantically waving his arms and yelling my name, asking if I’m out there.
“Yeah, I’m here!”
“GO INSIDE AND TURN ON YOUR TV!”
“HE’S KICKIN’ HER ASS!”
“OK! I’ll see you tomorrow!”
That sparked… a very, very long night.
There were two TVs in my room, one in the living area and one in the bedroom. I put the one in the living area to CNN and the one in the bedroom to Fox.
I watched CNN for a good long time, because it was so much fun watching them try to keep it together as Trump’s lead kept on growing. Their faces would light up when Hillary made some headway, and then sad clown faces took over when Trump picked up again.
Eventually, I turned CNN off, went to the bedroom, and fell asleep watching Fox. I woke up with the TV still on and me literally draped over the bed, hanging off the foot of it. The last time I’d looked at the clock it was 4AM. So I have no idea when I finally gave out and fell asleep like this.
Fox confirmed Trump had, in fact, won and I hadn’t been dreaming it. I immediately got up and went to the living area to put CNN back on, because I couldn’t get enough of those sad faces. Ate my cereal and drank liberal tears with the sound of the ocean behind me.
It was an unforgettable night.
So thank you, Georgia, for letting me live that again for a moment with more CNN sad clown faces.