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Do you wanna know what I did tonight?
Nov. 5th, 2008 03:05 amI felt beauty happening.
Maggie and I finished rehearsing, and we could hear the screams from outside. I said, "Let's go, I need to be there." Grabbed her hand, my bags, and we went, skipping and yelling from 13th and 6th to Union Square, anticipation building... building...
We witnessed, and participated in, unadulterated joy that I haven't seen the likes of in my lifetime so far. People screamed, wordless, clustered together. Crying, kissing, rioting, chanting, believing. I called everyone that I knew would be there already, and ran into some more. Said goodbye to Maggie, found Myles, clutched him, clung to Blake and Emily with all my might, tearing up again and again, awash with something I couldn't even describe.
I fucking crowd-surfed in Union Square at one in the morning after election day, held aloft by people all screaming the same thing at the top of their lungs: "Yes we can." My skirt was around my waist (thank god I was wearing tights). I didn't care. I was put on the ground, and a girl promptly fell on my face. I'll probably wake up with a black eye tomorrow. I don't care. I don't care that my scene goes tomorrow or that I can't sleep because I'm so full of life. All I know is that in that moment, I felt whole.
We stayed for a few more minutes, but Blake and Myles, who had been outside for hours, and missed Obama's stunning, perfect speech, wanted to go back. Emily and I rallied Buck and Patrick into returning with us. We skipped, screamed, hugged, high-fived complete strangers on the street. Coming home again, we danced to a group pounding out a fantastic rhythm on newspaper dispensers. I asked the security guard if he was feelin' the joy, and he said he couldn't help himself. :)
The feeling that this is unbelievable, perfect history is getting stronger with every moment.
Maggie and I finished rehearsing, and we could hear the screams from outside. I said, "Let's go, I need to be there." Grabbed her hand, my bags, and we went, skipping and yelling from 13th and 6th to Union Square, anticipation building... building...
We witnessed, and participated in, unadulterated joy that I haven't seen the likes of in my lifetime so far. People screamed, wordless, clustered together. Crying, kissing, rioting, chanting, believing. I called everyone that I knew would be there already, and ran into some more. Said goodbye to Maggie, found Myles, clutched him, clung to Blake and Emily with all my might, tearing up again and again, awash with something I couldn't even describe.
I fucking crowd-surfed in Union Square at one in the morning after election day, held aloft by people all screaming the same thing at the top of their lungs: "Yes we can." My skirt was around my waist (thank god I was wearing tights). I didn't care. I was put on the ground, and a girl promptly fell on my face. I'll probably wake up with a black eye tomorrow. I don't care. I don't care that my scene goes tomorrow or that I can't sleep because I'm so full of life. All I know is that in that moment, I felt whole.
We stayed for a few more minutes, but Blake and Myles, who had been outside for hours, and missed Obama's stunning, perfect speech, wanted to go back. Emily and I rallied Buck and Patrick into returning with us. We skipped, screamed, hugged, high-fived complete strangers on the street. Coming home again, we danced to a group pounding out a fantastic rhythm on newspaper dispensers. I asked the security guard if he was feelin' the joy, and he said he couldn't help himself. :)
The feeling that this is unbelievable, perfect history is getting stronger with every moment.
