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So last night I blogged on the electoral votes and final decision but I didn’t have the time to get into the mood of what was going on around the country and in my little studio apartment as my friends and I watched the results come in. Rhonda, Danny, Baby Chris, Denise, Yves, and Keri came by. I made Barack Balls (Meatballs) and Whitehouse wings. And of course adult beverages were in abundance.

Baby C thought shots were in order.
The gang called out updates to me as I typed furiously on my broke down laptop. Each minute that passed we all seemed to get more excited.

When Barack was announced as the projected winner I think everyone was stuck somewhere between wanting to do cartwheels and wanting to cry.

Rhonda looked on in awe as Danny called family.

Yves and Keri cheered.

Dee multitasked: 1. make sure Baby C doesn’t fall out the bed. 2. Call everyone in her phonebook.

And me…well, I was happy to say the least.
When McCain gave his concession speech I found him to be humble, gracious and sincere (even if the booing crowd wasn’t). You gave a good fight Paw-Paw…and had you not picked that dizzy broad you woulda had a chance. Bad for you….good for us.
When Barack spoke I kept thinking, “DEAR GOD GET IN THE BUNKER! YOU’R ENOT SAFE! YOU’RE NOT SAFE!” His biggest job is going to be staying alive so that he continue to be a good husband and father and so that he can bring the change he’s promised us. I loved seeing his beautiful family and how much they genuinely seem to love each other. Oh, black love…how sweet it is.
I had the chance to speak to my older sister Dee and the Great Reverend Doctor. My sister was sad that Granny Beth, Mom’s mom, wasn’t alive to see this. This is the same woman who marched with Dr. King. It didn’t happen in her lifetime but I’m proud to say it happened in mine (never thought it was possible). Then I talked to the GRD and he was also very reflective but at one point said, “NO ONE WILL EVER CALL ME A NIGGER AGAIN!” It’s ok daddy…let it out.
I went to sleep having not cried yet and thinking that it was strange. But I hadn’t evaded tears all together. When I woke up today, I sat up in bed, and started crying like a baby. I cried through my shower. I cried getting dressed. I cried all the way to the train station. I cried on the platform (where I happened to see a co-worker but at that point didn’t care). Then I cried for my whole train ride. When I got on the subway I started to dry up and then it happened. My Zune was on shuffle and “The Electric Slide” came on. Ergo, for the rest of today I plan on:
1. Breaking out in dance every 45 minutes or so because fate deems it so.
2. Starting “Yes We Can/Si Se Puede” chants ad nausium no matter where I am…even if it’s in the bathroom.
3. Engaging in ‘black’ behavior around the Pinkies because I know at someone will say something ignorant. At which point, I can go ape shit crazy on them and not get in trouble for it. (I’ve started by bringing in fried chicken for lunch.)
Now I want all of you to stand up at your desk, pinkies included (this is equal opportunity y’all) and join in!
You can’t see it! It’s ELECTRIC!