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Tuesday night was fucking amazing. We broke out the champagne early, way before any results were in--we all remembered last election. And then we started seeing results, and the screaming started.
Later we went down to a drum circle on U St, and as the last metro went in the middle of Obama's acceptance speech, I was stranded downtown, and I swear downtown DC has never been so happy.
93% of DC voted for Obama. Perfect strangers were hugging and kissing on the street. Cars were blaring their horns. Everyone was screaming. I don't think there was any crime Tuesday night in DC; everyone was just too blissed out.
It was like... I can't describe the energy. It was like when I was living in Spain and Bilbao Athletic won the futbol Cup, and the city shut down for three days. The streets ran red with kalimotxo and wine. Looked like blood. We partied for three days. The energy on Election Night, downtown, was like that on steroids. Like the home team had won, and finally, finally, I actually gave a damn about the sport.
I finally got a cab home with two guys who looked like extras in a rap video, a Native American, and a guy from Dublin. The cab driver said he wouldn't charge me a dime if I would take over honking the horn for him. I think we were all a little high--and I was definitely very, very drunk by that point. Drunk enough to try walking home on my bum foot... feeling no pain.
It was the first election where the candidate I voted for actually won--I was beginning to think I was cursed. I hope to God this isn't the only election that will be this meaningful for so many people, but I feel so blessed that I was able to see this one.
Finally, the song. This is the song I was going to post if we'd lost. It's brought me a lot of comfort over the past year or so, and now it no longer applies, so I thought I'd post it as a kind of "goodbye" to the song: Austin Lounge Lizards, We've Been Through Some Crappy Times Before
Later we went down to a drum circle on U St, and as the last metro went in the middle of Obama's acceptance speech, I was stranded downtown, and I swear downtown DC has never been so happy.
93% of DC voted for Obama. Perfect strangers were hugging and kissing on the street. Cars were blaring their horns. Everyone was screaming. I don't think there was any crime Tuesday night in DC; everyone was just too blissed out.
It was like... I can't describe the energy. It was like when I was living in Spain and Bilbao Athletic won the futbol Cup, and the city shut down for three days. The streets ran red with kalimotxo and wine. Looked like blood. We partied for three days. The energy on Election Night, downtown, was like that on steroids. Like the home team had won, and finally, finally, I actually gave a damn about the sport.
I finally got a cab home with two guys who looked like extras in a rap video, a Native American, and a guy from Dublin. The cab driver said he wouldn't charge me a dime if I would take over honking the horn for him. I think we were all a little high--and I was definitely very, very drunk by that point. Drunk enough to try walking home on my bum foot... feeling no pain.
It was the first election where the candidate I voted for actually won--I was beginning to think I was cursed. I hope to God this isn't the only election that will be this meaningful for so many people, but I feel so blessed that I was able to see this one.
Finally, the song. This is the song I was going to post if we'd lost. It's brought me a lot of comfort over the past year or so, and now it no longer applies, so I thought I'd post it as a kind of "goodbye" to the song: Austin Lounge Lizards, We've Been Through Some Crappy Times Before
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All I can say is that it was absolutely fucking beautiful.
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I actually ran into somebody I vaguely knew and he invited me to crash on his couch, but I had to be at work the next day at 7 am.
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People went insane here. There was a giant dance party in Harvard Square. People were driving up and down Massachusetts Ave screaming and blaring We Are the Champions. It was adorable.
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The very first time I voted was in the 2000 primaries, and I was living in rural Texas. I was one of 5 registered Democrats in the entire county, and two of the others were my parents.