HAND STAMP NOT MARK OF GOOD NIGHT OUT
No, I was not recently at a strip club in some wild night out with the fellas, but I'm flattered my guest co-anchor for the day would think me still capable of such a party lifestyle.
You always get your hand stamped these days. If you go to a concert, some kind of hot club, or even a sporting event you're often left the morning after with the remnants of said stamp. For the younger folks among us... it can be a conversation starter. It was a conversation ender between Heather Shannon and myself this morning.
First things first, Heather was on the desk because Susan is on vacation and Diane Pathieu was out as well, so that's how we two ended up sitting together shortly before 5 AM today.
She noticed the fading, purple stamp on my left hand and asked, "Oh... where'd you go to get the stamp?" I knew what she meant. Cool... what show did you see? What club were you at? In fact, she later admitted, her first thought was that I'd been part of a bachelor party event and the stamp had gained me access to some secret room at the strip club.
Flattered. Really, I am.
"Heather," I explained. "What you see here is actually the remains of Monday's 'letter of the day" from Sesame Street. It's 'R' incidentally, and we (my wife, my 2 year old, and myself) stamp the letter on our hands to remind us, because we're learning the alphabet at my house."
According to Winnie the Pooh, "R stands for Rabbit and Roo." Just in case you were wondering.
The number of the day was 10, but I avoided getting that stamped on my right hand. Daddy had to make dinner.
What a great moment. It really illustrated the glacial divide between the family man who's just welcomed twins into the world on top of parenting our 2 year old... and cool, hip, trendy singles like Heather and so many of our reporters are.
"You kids get off my lawn!"