My excuse? I went to the Opera baby! Not just any opera, it was Carmen, the queen of operas. I'd seen Carmen many years ago in Turkey and loved it. It's a great opera to bring first-timers to since so many of the songs will sound familiar. Anyhow, it was magnificent and I'm glad I went.

If you ever wondered where the ideas for soap operas came from, here's the culprit. When I was little, we never had subtitles in the opera. I would read the story and try to guess the point I was at. Three years ago, when I went to see my first Met Opera, La Traviata, I got to actually follow the story line by line for the first time. I bawled. I cried so hard that people were staring. Operas are so sad and they're always about love. But the pace of the change of emotion is almost hilariously fast. There's a scene where Don Jose says, "I will never leave you, Carmen. I will never leave you. All right, you win, I'm leaving." All in one breath. We watch these operas with awe and excitement and yet we laugh at the soaps? Sure sounds inconsistent to me.

I stayed up till 2am last night. I heard Florida called for Gore, I heard it taken back. Jake woke me up at 3am, telling me that Bush won. I woke up at 6 to find out that Bush hadn't won, yet. This year's election is a historical one in so many ways that it was the perfect year to get obsessed with politics. This year, it all comes down to a single state. It possibly even comes down to the international absentee ballots in that state. We have a First Lady senator, a possible equality in the senate, a senator winning posthumously, and a case where the popular vote might be different than the electoral one. Too many incredible statistics all in one. How can you possibly not care? I'm just pissed I didn't get to vote.

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