I posted this elsewhere earlier, but seriously: Watching election returns makes me wonder if this is what my brother and Jon feel like when their teams are competing for a championship.
This morning I went to the good old elementary-school gymnasium and, as expected, they couldn't find my name (dang apostrophe--they alphabetize it somewhere else every year). But I waited it out and they finally located my ticket. This always happens.
primary punchSo many things have changed since that night in 2008. We'll have to see how it shakes out, but perhaps one thing will remain the same.
In which I was ticked they changed my polling location and then couldn't find my name; I left without voting.
show a little humanity. oh and VOTE
"nothing like watching CNN with 125,000 of my best friends"
In which Jon, Jasmine and I stood around Grant Park for hours during the last election. And it was worth it--the energy of so many people happy all at the same time was absolutely amazing.