Election Night
Friday, November 7th, 2008Obama’s poll numbers were looking very strong going into the election. Still, after having the 2000 election stolen from Al Gore (damn you, Supreme Court and Florida!), and 2004 being promised in the polls to Kerry before going to Bush for another four years of Constitution-dismantling, it’s an understatement to say that we were nervous about this one.
I’ve been reading fivethirtyeight.com obsessively. Way too obsessively. But stats are calming, especially when the numbers are leaning your way. So through all of our whipped dog anxiety, my friends and I felt a growing sense of confidence.
The first numbers we saw on TV were the returns from Virginia. John McCain was up by eleven percent or so. “Oh no–this isn’t looking good,” my friend texted me from Texas. I told him not to worry about the early numbers. Only 4% of the Virginia votes were counted so far, and this might easily have been a Republican county that had come in early.
We knew the paths to 270 electoral votes and victory for Obama. Pennsylvania then went to Obama within the next hour, making his victory all but certain. McCain would have to pretty much run the board at this point to have a chance, and that meant winning Ohio, Virginia, Colorado, Nevada and New Mexico—all states in which Obama was leading in the polls. No chance. Still, we wanted just a little more proof before cracking the champagne.
Less than an hour later, Ohio went our way. Even though it was well before the official declaration of a winner, we knew that was it. Ballgame, right there.

A toast to President-elect Obama!

Emma checked in at 3am her time via video chat. We were sorry she couldn’t be there celebrating with us, but it was great to be able to share a little of the moment with her, as best we could over iChat.

After that we continued to drink and cheer for the next couple of hours. At some point I sent a gloating email to my dear old dad, who’d sent no less than 25 emails during the campaign to warn me and my siblings about the terr0rist/s0cialist/unpatri0tic Barack HUSSE1N 0bama. He wasn’t alone: they came from many Republican friends and acquaintances, too. Happily, all of that noise came to naught. Some of my Republican friends are even admitting that they’re not feeling as bad as they expected to feel with an Obama win. (Still haven’t heard from my dad. I’m thinking that maybe an apology is in order, along with an XL Obama/Biden ‘08 commemorative t-shirt.)
I’m still feeling the rush, three days later. Next up, we’re planning to be in D.C. to see the historic inauguration on January 20th, 2009. Evie will be there. She won’t have a clue as to what she’s watching, but one day we’ll do our best to explain to her what all of this means, and how many millions of dreams have been realized with this election.

















