OK, so I was nervous all day on Tuesday. I had the bubbleguts and all. I went back and forth about whether I should stay at home (to avoid the massive "social unrest that would likely occur if the home team did'nt win) or go out and be social. I chose the latter and pieced together a festive Election Results ensemble. Actually, I had two different fits but don't hate me, I know it was extra but the evening called for two distinct looks: I am a future Michelle Obama/I'm casually fly with my Obama tee and namebrand jeans.
So I call up my homegirl and we roll out to the Democratic party celebration at this hotel downtown. This was a thinly veiled effort to scout some IBMs (ideal black men) but I went 0 for 1. However, my homegirl rolls up on dude who looks like he could have given Mr. "I-can-tell-you-how-I-feel-about-you-night-and-day" a run for his money back in the day (read 20 years ago). I skate off to the corner cuz I'm just not feeling the brothas up in here. I give her and said old skool dude space but she is really chopping it up with dude so I am patient. Meanwhile, te race appers to be getting close between our boy and McGeezer. I finally have to text her to close the deal so we can ride out to the 2nd location.
We arrive and as soon as we walk in, they announce it. Obama won! I am overcome with unspeakable joy! My people are hugging, screaming and pumping their fists in the air! I almost can't believe it, the moment is so surreal. Then the DJ turns up the music and you know its on! I see Mrs. Moosekiller on the big screen tearing up and I can't help but feel a mixture of relief and downright giddy. I laugh... and shake my bootay.
We hang out until the wee hours. Obama makes his speech and the entire joint is in complete silence. I note that the brothers are hugging the ladies excessively and deduce that Obama may have inadvertently made a lot of Black men winners that night.
So I call up my homegirl and we roll out to the Democratic party celebration at this hotel downtown. This was a thinly veiled effort to scout some IBMs (ideal black men) but I went 0 for 1. However, my homegirl rolls up on dude who looks like he could have given Mr. "I-can-tell-you-how-I-feel-about-you-night-and-day" a run for his money back in the day (read 20 years ago). I skate off to the corner cuz I'm just not feeling the brothas up in here. I give her and said old skool dude space but she is really chopping it up with dude so I am patient. Meanwhile, te race appers to be getting close between our boy and McGeezer. I finally have to text her to close the deal so we can ride out to the 2nd location.
We arrive and as soon as we walk in, they announce it. Obama won! I am overcome with unspeakable joy! My people are hugging, screaming and pumping their fists in the air! I almost can't believe it, the moment is so surreal. Then the DJ turns up the music and you know its on! I see Mrs. Moosekiller on the big screen tearing up and I can't help but feel a mixture of relief and downright giddy. I laugh... and shake my bootay.
We hang out until the wee hours. Obama makes his speech and the entire joint is in complete silence. I note that the brothers are hugging the ladies excessively and deduce that Obama may have inadvertently made a lot of Black men winners that night.
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