Tonight has been absolutely one of the most insane moments of my life. As I have mentioned I work for Rainmaker Media Group. Tonight we had a party for our candidates (Huge thanks to all of them, Gus Douglass, Carrie Webster, Doug Reynolds, Phil Stowers, Darryl McGraw, Karen Coria, You guys are an inspiration to bust ass for.).. I love my job. We have a bar. I started drinking at 4 o'clock. In my defense, josh, carol, and brian started before me, and while Newly elected Democratic Judge Phil Stowers threw $100.00 towards the inability to buy liquor in West Virginia on election day (stupid people bribing people with black velvet for their votes bastards ruining it for everybody), I still accomplished an immense amount of intoxications. So please pardon the rest of this heart felt, drunken ramble. Poor Grammar, Misspelled words, Fragmented thoughts and all... And yes. I really do <3 you... And... if you are one of them women I drunk dialed tonight... for real. I do. really more. ;)</p>
I started early, and now here I am at 4 am in my new abode, freshly moved and already obnoxious, staggering drunk at such a late hour... and it just dawned on me...
The moment I have been thinking about.
the moment that we all have been working towards...
The moment I have worried would be stolen from us... has happened...
Our next president ladies and gentlemen, will be Mr. Barack Hussein Obama II. Bye god, my heart just skipped a beat, The tears of Joy have started to roll down my face once again. Granted West Virginia did not go for him (DAMN IT. we tried. our offices were awesome too). Granted I might not win that mac (which I freaking want. need it for many hours of video gaming... now that politics is done, i need something to do... I spose i could write a book, and I definitely understand why my boss gets depressed for the weeks after elections). Granted I am drunk.
But.
I...
Am in shock. It is not just the Alcohol. We did it. WE FREAKING DID IT. YES WE DID. In an odd evening where while I am drunk at my work party, my ex-wife's husband shows up, not just with my son, but with my step-son, and the newest addition to the weird family dynamic we got going on, ms. quinn the almost 1 yr old,. Sped (yes that is his nickname for Spencer, and yes I named him... Yes we are both aware of what Sped is short for... And if you would like to put your intelligence against my Sped, I willl wager you will be receiving an ass-kicking in the Intelligence Quotient department) upon arrival, did his thing, he read me lots of numbers... constantly. He announced state after state, Excited when Barack won, disappointed when McCain did... When he announced Barack had been declared President of the United States to me... I burst into tears... Alcohol... It can make men looks like wusses... Realization of a dream that started in 2000 after a stolen election. The fear of bringing a child into this world... The reason I cared period just said to me "Dad! Barack Obama Won President!"
I broke.
What was I to do. I never dreamed I would get to hear that. I didn't expect to see him. I might have drank more because I was covering the pain of seeing him, and then he appeared, a smile from ear to ear... Again his appearance was a surprise. The fact that his step-dad appeared with the kids at all amazed me, freaking shocked me. That step-dad stayed, that he helped out, with my obviously intoxicated ass (and yes I am sorry. and yes I was embarassed... but damn it, I was hob nobbing with clients. I like Clients. Did I mention Phil gave me $100!!! for booze... that isn't sold in West Virginia on election day... But YOU WON PHIL!!!! see also www.stowersforjudge.com), and his words... well... they freaking about stopped the world...
Spencer made me burst into tears. I wasn't sad. I wasn't embarassed. I was proud. I was ecstatic. I was beyond myself. My son. Me and My son. We witnessed history tonight. Tomorrow when he is playing with his best friend Bryce, he won't realize it... but... Tomorrow he will play... He will never have known, nor will he ever believe, that there was a time in this country where the color of a person's skin was of any significance. Where the idea of their being "races" is completely and totally rejected and that the concept of ethnicity, of diversity is known as what and who we are. Spencer will never think, that Bryce because of a difference in the amount of melatonin, is any different than him. He will know that just like him... Bryce can grow up to be president...
Honestly he already knows. He, for a 7 year old, is a wiser and kinder soul then I ever was.
In a few hours I am supposed to be at work. I probably will not make it. I doubt that it will cause me any trouble however... I am a lucky bastard... Kim (Who I heart! cougar too btw YaRRrRRrrrR and former Ms. West Virginia...) and Larry (Kung Fu Voodoo Political Smart One) will probably be late too.
It was a good night.
My son... He witnessed something that will forever change this country.
My son... He watched history. He watched his future unfolding before his eyes.
My son... I got the chance to hold him... to hug him.. and to proudly point at the television and say:
"Spencer... You see that guy... He won... Barack Obama will be our next president. Congratulations. I love you."
Tomorrow, I will wake up and I will regret some of my choices...
(Dear Mike,
You are not 21 anymore.
Signed,
Your Organs...)
Tomorrow... I will have a smile. I know that my head might pound, but... it is all good.
Tomorrow, We have work to do.
(edited for drunk proofreading kinda)
Update:
How... in the fu#$... did... Michelle Bachmann win... Serene Drunk... Meet grumpy drunk.
Update 2: Everytime I go to site and see I tear up... god I am a dork... god it is late.