the Winniest
Like the old lady I am, I fell asleep at 9:30 while watching the election returns, but as Dan carried me to bed (not literally... I ate way too many cookies for that) I asked him to promise to wake me up when there was a winner. Just after 11 Dan opened the door to the bedroom and I shot up from my cookie coma repeating "Did he win? Did he win? although I'm sure it sounded more like "Daaaaad eeeeeeee wuuuuuuuh?" Through the sleep fog I heard Dan say that, "they called Virginia and yes, that means he wins." It was enough to let me fall back asleep, but having no concept of the other states that had closed between 9:30 and 11, I didn't really believe the news. On the other hand, I did go to sleep and have a wonderful dream about a magical world where anything was possible including, with no glass ceilings and deck furniture constructed out of gummy bears.
This morning I woke up at 6:30am and immediately turned on the computer. To get the play-by-play that I missed, I caught up on the economist live blogging, where I learned that before Virginia came Ohio and Iowa. Oh, no wonder the race was over with Virginia. Still, reading it post-facto, the excitement was palpable. When mister purple wrote at 11pm "That's Virginia, and that's the ballgame" well, I'm not going to lie and say I didn't get choked up a little bit.
Yeah, okay, I cried over my breakfast cookies. I can't help it. Just think, our first child will be born under a Black president. Hopefully too our second and third and fourth. They won't have to work jobs they hate just to afford health care. They won't be afraid to travel abroad out of shame for their country. When our kids play cops and robbers with their Black cousins, they won't just start playing, they'll negotiate who gets to play the cops and who the robbers. Today, I fucking love America.