My Rapper Name Would Be F-Duddy
After a weekend spent playing "Where's Barack?" and after the surge of elation I felt upon hearing of his Indianapolis Rally, I missed it. Can you believe that? I'm so lame! I realized that if the gates opened at 7:30 and with the line extending down to Louisville ... the odds were not good that I would make it home before 10:00. And that's pretty late for me to be out on a week night. Plus, I felt the magnetic pull of my sweet little girl, and I would have been bummed to arrive home after her bedtime. I did visit the scene of the rally briefly and that was pretty cool, but I guess it's official: I am a fuddy-duddy.
This morning at my polling place, I had to present my license three times. Then, when I was handed my ballot, I got all misty-eyed. I can't believe Indiana ... INDIANA can make a difference in this historical election! C'mon Hoosiers ... VOTE OBAMA!
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ACK!! You missed it??? :P Heh, I would have skipped out too, if it meant I couldn't cuddle with Maeve before she went to bed. Odd, they made you show your license three times. I only had to show mine once.
Hey, share the Guinness!
But more importantly, Hoosiers did what they had to do to make the IN race close enough to deny Clinton a "big win." It was a tiny win for her.
Also, it really is incredible that Indiana finally played a role in the process. I spent much more time in the voting booth than I needed to so that I could keep going back to the main page to see the X I put next to Obama's name. Strange feeling.