Oh, sorry, am I yelling?
So. I went to Grant Park. Really glad I did — being with tens of thousands of other people screaming “WOOOOOOOOOO!” when Pennsylvania, then Ohio, then Iowa went blue was pretty fucking amazing. Even more amazing was the fact that I found Colleen and her lovely beau Brandon in the crowd, so I had company. (Al flatly refused to go anywhere near downtown.)
However, I remain old and anti-crowd, and we were so far back that we were just going to have to watch Obama’s speech on the same Jumbotron we were watching CNN on. So, about 15 minutes before CNN called it, I decided to get out while the gettin’ was good. And I’m really glad about that, too. Got a cab instantly, which would so not have happened even half an hour later. I had to listen to McCain’s concession speech on Spillah’s TV via phone, but now I’m home on the couch, waiting to watch Obama’s speech on TV just like I would have at the park, only with Al, the dogs, 70,000 fewer people, and a flush toilet nearby.
At a stoplight on Michigan Avenue, moments after the news became official, a car full of young African American guys pulled up next to my cab and started screaming and waving at us. I gave them a huge grin and a thumbs up, and the guy in the passenger seat threw back his head and laughed, then shouted, “MY PRESIDENT IS BLACK! MY PRESIDENT IS BLACK!” I had nothing to say but, “WOOOOOOOOO!” (Which kinda made the cab driver want to kill me.) (Update: Check this out!)
That’s the election-night moment I’m going to remember for the rest of my life, and that wouldn’t have happened if I’d stayed at the park. So glad I went, so glad I left when I did.
Ooh, he’s speaking! Okay, shutting up now. Here are some crappy camera phone pics of me and Colleen and Colleen and Brandon.