I am not big on politics. Let me just put that out there. I try my best to keep up so as not to look like a complete imbecile, but I’m not usually itching to get into a discussion about it. Goodness knows, watching a debate is horribally painful for me. So, imagine my surprise when I eagerly dvr’d the Palin/Biden debate, as well as countless other Obama ones. I had a friend text me McCain’s VP choice when it was announced, and I thought, “when has my friend ever texted me about something political”? I thought it was awesome. I loved seeing my friend’s comments and status messages on Facebook during debates and interviews. No matter who you wanted to win, the beauty of this whole election process was that it made a lot of people care and get involved.
I wanted Obama to win though, so I’m very happy with the outcome.
That day really is a moment I hope to share with my future children. I was prepared to be up late watching the poll predictions trickle in. My brother decided to make steaks, so I bought a bottle of wine. I was getting comfortable with glass in hand and CNNHD on screen when the words “President Elect Obama” popped on screen. My bro and I stood there in disbelief for a second, and then started screaming. We both ran to the terrace to listen to the revelers at the bar across the street, and celebrated with fellow terrace shouters.
It was then that we decided to head to Times Square, camera in hand. I’ve never been to the New Year’s Celebration, but that moment is what I’m sure it ususally feels like. Thousands of people were packed together, giddy and excited. Eyes were glued to the jumbotron’s and chants of “Obama” broke out every few minutes. It was awesome in the true sense of the word. My bro and I called up our parents, as well as all four of our grandparents, whom I was thankful were still alive to witness this insane moment in history. It was something I will never forget, and I’m so happy I was able to be a part of it.





















