This city blew up last night. On a drive to my roommate's birthday party, I was listening to his speech on the phone with a good friend of mine, but in passing a large intersection I heard honking and commotion. On the corner of this intersection was a woman fervently waving an American flag at the passing cars. Everyone knew, most seemed excited. This was not where it stopped.
My drive home took me down a very prominent street in our corner of the big city, and in the heart of this "downtown" stood a crowd on either side of the street cheering, waiting. When the light would change these throngs of excited folks would dance across the street to the music of car horns and screams of joy and laughter. For the remainder of the evening at home, car horns could be heard across the city raising their voices in excited approval.
Portland, and I am sure Eugene, are now facing the news of other political outcomes, as I am sure everyone is. While most of our elections turned out in the same favor as Obama's, our US Senate race is very close. It's still a party over here, but a slightly subdued one.
I would feel very similarly in California to wake up to a likely Yes on 8. But that's another story for another time and place.
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