I'm slightly amazed at all of these "uplifting" stories being touted before the results start trickling in. The 95-year old woman who voted for the first time today? The woman who was still undecided until this morning? The dad who called the school and claimed his kids were sick so he could bring his kids to vote with him this morning? The black woman who fainted after voting because she never thought she would get the chance to vote for a black man?
I get it. This election is magical, like unicorns and rainbows and puppies and Obama's smile.
I voted almost a week ago. I don't know if I've mentioned that or not. Turns out, it took longer to vote early than it probably would have today; so many people voted early in my district that the five o'clock news was showing an empty polling place, with a hastily constructed pie graph showing that 98% of registered voters had already voted by noon.
It's been a good week. I haven't been checking CNN and NYTimes and Electoral-Vote religiously. Until this afternoon after work, when I've started hitting the refresh button again. I'll be clicking that icon for a while, until I go to an election night party later tonight, held by the same people who threw this party. I hope it'll be more bearable, since there will be no reason to use their TiVo every ten seconds to debate and google the facts. It'll just be a lot of "Yay, this state is for Obama, let's drink!" and "Boo, the South, let's drink!"
That's the plan, at least.
