| I boated. I bloated. I faux-ded. I goaded. I gloated! |
I voted!
It was pretty fun. All the grown ups on my block were up by five fifteen and we met to walk to our polling place at five thirty. There are enough under-18 teenagers in my neighborhood that they could each go to a house and watch/wake up/make breakfast for the kids whose parents needed to go wait in line.
It was dark dark dark when we met on the corner and trooped up to the retirement home that also serves as our polling place. People were giddy already though, telling stories and cracking jokes, travel mugs of coffee in hand.
We rounded the corner and stopped in our tracks. In my small town, at my small little polling place, there was a line out the door and around the corner. It was incredible. As we got closer to the end of the line, strangers were greeting us heartily. My neighbors promised to save me a place in line as I went to sit under the streetlight so I could do some homework. Two hours later, my butt was frozen, it was my turn, and it was tragically light enough out that everyone could see I had come to vote in my pajamas. Ah well.
When I was in the parking lot, I suddenly found myself in the role of Resident Young Person. Residents of the home, who were also standing/sitting in line to vote, would approach me with questions about pop culture, who "the kids" are voting for, and where they could buy an e-mail. My favorite was an old man who just walked toward me, holding his cell phone at arm's length, yelling "Damn thing! Tell it to call my daughter!"
I'm never the technologically adroit one, so I relished it briefly.
Anyway, we were done shortly after seven forty or so, and walked home. And now, it's just the waiting game, I suppose.
Eeeeee!Labels: friends, McCain gives me the willies, memories, United Statesa 'Merica |
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that's awesome! we walked past our across the street neighbors when we were leaving the polls and they didn't even say hi.
i don't know why they don't want to be our friends. They are our age, married, Obama-ites, and homeowners. They are slightly fatter and less attractive than we are. Everyone else on our street is 100 years old, Mexican, or White Trash. You would think they would want to be our friends because we are better looking and thinner and it would make them cooler in the eyes of the general public. They have a dog, we have a kid. Our kid could play with their dog while we drink beers together.
My neighbors suck. Yours are completely amazing
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oh, and I said hi to them. They ignored me.
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They're bitches. I'm going to egg their house.
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So everyone was talking about for whom they voted. What was the general consensus? Don't you live in a swing state? DAMN IT WOMAN SHARE THE NEWS.
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oh! sorry. I live in a solidly-obama area, so it was pretty unanimously for him. The other side of town probably voted a bit differently, but I can tell you there there is only ONE McCain sign in a five-block radius of my house, and we actually learned that the owners of that house just put it up as a halloween prank. So.
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Frozen asses and pajamas aside, I am super jealous that you got to vote for Obama.
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Damn thing! Tell it to tell you to marry my finely sculpted, non-frozen ass!
~ Piney
(NOT Pliny, nor do I smell of Pine-Sol. Most days)
Nice neighborhood you got there.
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pdw- yes, you be jealous. i'm relishing in my ballot. also we have real thanksgiving, and you have Fake Thanksgiving. It's a rough day for you.
Anon- Some people really like pinesol.
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I was surrounded by Palin freaks ... I was out numbered at my polling spot ... I ran back across the border ... the States; I scary place to be today hey!
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damn. i'm jealous.
canadian elections are never this exciting.
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First of all, yay voting!
Second of all, good work with the cell phone!
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How cool your neighborhood voted together, I love that!
When I voted earlier, there was this old lady in the booth next to me that need someone to read the ballot to her. At one point she asked where her choices for Vice President were. She was informed that she didn't get to choose, to which she uttered a very sad little, "damn".
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I just found your blog. If Hobocamp is a reference to my favorite show Strangers with Candy then you and I are officially friends.
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I wish I knew you in person... I think you'd be my best friend! Thanks for voting Obama and making me laugh all the time.
PS. your blog has a special spot on my bookmark bar... that's how funny you are.
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dawg- but look! it was all for the best!
WIB- It's exciting when it's going well, and terrifying when it's going poorly. We always have so much at stake...
Jamelah- Yay to us both! And thanks! I am a tech wiz!
Fancy- I read your comment out loud to my mom and she guffawed. I love that image.
Dr Zibbs- well then. you'd better stock up on BFF necklaces that are two halves of one heart, because YES, my blog is named after strangers with candy because it is my favorite show ever ever.
Neeneree- it was my pleasure to vote for him, and you can be best friends with Dr Zibbs and me, if you'd like. They make those heart necklaces three-way. They're modern like that, those necklace people.
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I voted (early) for the first time EVER! What a HIGH!!!! I might have voted sooner, but I've only had dual nationality since 1996. I'm pretty sure that it was MY vote that got Obama elected. ;)
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The guy with the cell phone sounds like my dad. He doesn't have one of his own, so occasionally we'll give him one of ours when we'll need to contact him, so that he just has to remember to press the green button. If he has to MAKE a call, the results are questionable.
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D- It WAS. Thank you!
Srah- He was just so angry at his phone. My mom used to be like your dad, but now she can almost text.
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that's awesome! we walked past our across the street neighbors when we were leaving the polls and they didn't even say hi.
i don't know why they don't want to be our friends. They are our age, married, Obama-ites, and homeowners. They are slightly fatter and less attractive than we are. Everyone else on our street is 100 years old, Mexican, or White Trash. You would think they would want to be our friends because we are better looking and thinner and it would make them cooler in the eyes of the general public. They have a dog, we have a kid. Our kid could play with their dog while we drink beers together.
My neighbors suck. Yours are completely amazing