Finally, it’s good to be an American again. I will no longer be the pariah of gatherings with my European friends or family. I’m not sure how long it will last, but I’ll take it as long as it lasts.

The election gathering at the Red Derby was insane last night. There were all types; the die-hard politico’s, the Obama-cult fans, the garden variety liberal democrats and the remainder were just normal folks swept up in the maelstrom.

Each time the CNN “Projection” numbers favored Obama to win a state, the resultant screams reminded me of sports fans reacting to their team scoring - of course I was one of them. At one point, a projection showed Obama carrying Virginia, where I had just canvassed 2 days prior in Fredericksburg. Those cheers were cut short and an overwhelming cacophony ensued as the polls closed on the west coast and the magical number of 270 was shattered by a preliminary 297. Everyone was jubilant, some were crying. I was in disbelief.

The walk home was a bit surreal. It felt like a country who’s team had just won the World Cup - car’s were constantly honking horns, people on the streets were smiling, beaming. The cops were out in strength. I heard U St was a mad house. As I passed a man, who was joyously yelling O-B-A-M-A, I pointed out that he’s not Obama anymore, “it’s President Obama now”. He stopped to reflect on it for a second and then continued yelling, except this time the chant was “President O-B-A-M-A”.

After giving much fundage, making calls for Obama, and canvassing in Red Virginia, you could say I felt like a foot-soldier in Obama’s volunteer army. I was just relieved it was over. Now we can get on to fixing things. Fixing things with a president who posesses a powerful intellect and vision for change. As I put my head on my pillow, my last thoughts were “Thank God”.