Like most Massachusetts Democrats I was psyched for the election. I was registered in my old Brookline hood, so I voted out there, and saw it as a chance to get drunk early. I met a friend at the Avenue and downed several dollar drafts. Boy, had I missed those. Then, getting ready to celebrate, I stopped by Blanchard’s and picked up a bottle of South African mead. I met Tanya for a drink at Charlie’s, then we watched the results roll in at her place, sipping on mead. I managed to stay awake for McCain’s concession speech, but like my parents on New Year’s, I couldn’t stay awake for the big deal, not that it mattered since I caught that shit first thing when I got to work. I slept easily and happy, since we had a cool half-black Democrat going to the White House.
Of course, November 5th got a little annoying, with every single white person who voted acting like they got in a time machine and went back and single-handedly ended slavery. As usual, lame whites were ruining my high. Of course, voting for Obama was the most meaningful interaction many of these people ever had with a black person.
My brother turned 33 on the 6th. I’m glad he made it. On facebook, I saw some pics of him at a party. I thought it was a Halloween costume party and my brother was owning it with a spot-on Corey Haim. Turns out, it was just someone’s birthday party and he wasn’t dressed-up. Jokes!
Hells Yeah!
It's a mental block
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OMG!! this is like my favorite blog post ever. IT made me smile and forget I make people vomit. Anyway, I ehar you on the obama thing. I am pretty sure once you go black you can't go back is going to be strong then ever. Black guys are going to get ALL the white ladies all up in their shit. for obama.
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