To make sure we catch the thrilling finale to The West Wing, J and I are taking Wednesday (US Tuesday afternoon & night) off from work. Tragic, we know, but we’d be useless at work and drinking games are frowned upon the day after the Melbourne Cup.
I’m sure it won’t be like this time eight years ago when I spent the night in a New Jersey hotel room, still waiting at 3am for a result. The next day I flew to Orlando Florida to attend a trade show. My most vivid memory was when, completely unprompted, my taxi driver apologised to me on behalf of his state.