Elaine Santore on location, Colma BART station.
Photos by Luke Thomas

 By Elaine Santore

November 13, 2008

“Most peculiar, Mama”

November 5 was a very long day for yours truly. I woke up early in the AM, wrote a column for all the beautiful, fabulous and all-around-superior readers of Fog City Journal, then jetted off to my night class.

Of course, I made the mistake of leaving my thermos of freshly-brewed Peet’s coffee sitting next to my laptop, which led me to fall asleep in said night class. In the first row. Oops.

I had no excuse for my narcolepsy. What was I supposed to say to my journo prof, “Sorry, I was up late last night drinking with some elected officials and celebrating a new dawn of the 21st century?”

There’s no way I’m going to be a journalist with a capital ‘J’ at this rate. WWRMD = What would Rachel Maddow do?

My life was not supposed to turn out this way. I was supposed to be a highly respected actor, performing Shakespeare in the park and spending my days convincing people I am not really a waitress.

Instead, I write columns in pajamas and spend my days convincing people I’m not really a hostess.

My mother certainly never told me I’d have days like these. But she’s proud of her bunso and forwards my columns to her co-workers. (Thanks for helping advance my career, Mom.)

With that, I present you a slide show of FogCityJournal.com photos from the 2008 election, set to John Lennon’s “Nobody Told Me.”

We’ve got photos of the winners, losers, and those who are what we like to term “down, but not out” – including campaigns that may have lost at the voting booth on election day but remain undefeated.

“I’m just waitin’ on a friend” For those of you who ran for office and lost, may the Universe bless you with the support of family and friends.

One of FCJ’s neighbors travels through the TL
with his best friend, Jimmy the camel.