Good morning, Americans! Yesterday, we asked you to tell us what the scene was like at your local polling places, which ranged from tolerable to utter clusterfuck. But the line-confusion and the general nervous paranoia, combined with an unsettling lack of ID-checking, not to mention certain hilariously idiotic, last ditch attempts to cheat college kids out of their rights…well, hahah, we still got what we wanted! Change. It’s in the bag. (I really, really hope.)
Last night in Brooklyn the air was electric and we want to know how charged it was at whatever apartment, bar, street corner, or election night party you were at when the count hit 270. Or, after Barack Obama delivered his first speech as our President elect. I texted a friend standing in Grant Park, Chicago around 8 pm who said the atmosphere there was “CRAZY! Lots of positive energy,” though she stopped responding some time after 11 pm, I can only assume because she was really busy hugging strangers and throwing her hands in the air.
I walked home from the Gate in Park Slope and on all the quiet, leaf-strewn residential streets
people were shooting fireworks from the roof (!) and hanging out their
windows waving and screaming. I’ll never forget it. Friends of mine saw drunk dudes doing happy dances with trashcans and other impromptu street parties, and Mark noted it was like we all won the world series. Together! (Which means we’re socialists now, right?)
How ’bout those Trekkie-riffic CNN holograms?
Anyone else take a screen-shot of the Times home page?
How much champagne did you drink? And did you make use of the emergency uh-oh whiskey you brought along, just in case?
Let us know.
What a fucking relief.