Obama for MY mama!!!

Ours!

Yes, yes, YESSSS!!! What a glorious evening Election Day turned out to be.  Personally, I was worried.  Everybody kept saying that Obama would win but all I could think of was don't celebrate yet...he hasn't won yet...don't jinx us...I mean, this is the same country that elected the baby Bush.  TWICE.  You can't expect too much from a country like this.  There's too many people for whom race is an issue.  Too many people who are afraid to challenge the status quo.

So, I waited until after work and then briskly made my way down to the Lower East Side to vote.  I had expected the long lines I had seen on the telly all morning, but no, there was nobody.  I just walked right in, gave my name, signed and was directed to my booth.  

I love voting in NYC.  Its always a crap shoot.  I'm never sure if today's the day that this 100 year-old antiquated piece of work is going to finally quit.  Right in the middle of my vote.  Well, yesterday was not that day.  The machine was true.  My vote counted.

Cheering and tearing.

So, now we have a new president and a new future in the form of a black man with a muslim name.  Talk about the weight of the world!  When the election was finally called, the streets here in Brooklyn erupted in cheers, and tears.  People were out hootin' and hollerin' and high-fiving strangers and people were literally crying tears of joy.  Tears of joy.  Now, I was happy when Clinton was elected in '96.  I was crazy 

happy when Michigan won the national championship in '97.  I hooted and I hollered with the best of them.  But I didn't cry.  And I'm a total cry-baby.  I cry at everything! 

So, needless to say, I cried last night.  Oh, but last night, EVERYBODY was a cry-baby! Cry babies in the street, cry-babies in the bars, cry-babies crying on the couch.  Never in my life have I seen so many people crying at once over the same thing.  And they were all crying out of happiness! 

It was a beautiful thing.