A couple of things:
1. Last night was damn incredible.
2. John McCain’s concession speech was fantastic. (And if he had been that candidate throughout the campaign, the election may have turned out differently.)
3. Obama’s acceptance speech was damn incredible.
4. I hope I never see Sarah Palin again.
As you might expect, there was euphoric pandemonium in DC last night. (Here’s a snapshot; that first video was shot a few blocks away from my apartment.) In fact, we slept in D’s living room to try and shut out some of the noise.
I would still describe the vibe as electrifying and dream-like. As I walked past the rows of newspaper stands this morning I almost felt like I was dreaming, or like I was in some sort of weird Back to the Future scenario, where I had inadvertently done something in the future to cause an unlikely outcome for the present.**
Stupidly, I never really thought about how it would feel to live in DC during an election year. Some of you have emailed me asking about it, and strangely, D sort of answered that question on our way home from an election party:
“This morning I finally figured out what I would tell people when they ask me what it was like to live in DC. I’ll tell them that it’s sort of like living in the movie Election. Pretty much everyone is like Tracey Flick; a bunch of nerds who desperately wanted to win student council.”
I would post that without comment, except that I watched a person cry every time Barack won a state last night, and I found it funny yet fascinating: I’m just not wired that way.
Nonetheless, I’m probably going to take a personal day on Inauguration Day to watch the parade and a little history in the making.
**This makes no sense to you unless you’re an ardent BtF fan.