So I avoided talking about politics on the blog this entire election season because it’s a touchy subject with a lot of people - but I can't resist telling you guys a story about last night:
Don and I decided to have a "Daddy Date Night" and go out child / lady free to watch the election night festivities. We left my apartment around 9 and thought that riding our bikes would be fun and a good way to avoid having to find parking. So we hop on our bikes and it felt like it was going to be an awesome night. Five minutes later our hands turned to icicles and we had no gloves so we stopped at a grocery store about a mile from my place and shell out 10 bucks a piece for some really ugly grocery store gloves. Now that our hands are warm we jump back on our bikes and we didn't even make it out of the parking lot before Don's bike had a flat tire. Luckily he had his handy air pump with him… which refused to work what so ever.
So we agree that he should just ride on his rim one block to the gas station to pump up his tire with one a compressed air machine so we can be on our way and not miss anything. A few minutes later we get to the gas station and see a big hand written sign reading: "OUT OF ORDER”.
At this point we're just laughing at how poorly the night is starting and say "FUCK IT!”, lock the bikes up and hop in a cab back to my place to grab his car. We pay the cabbie, grab the car and are finally on our way to the Thirsty Scholar in Cambridge we go to meet up with some friends! The night is saved!!
We pull up and get a spot right out front (Score!) and then Don says “This night is about to get really shitty…” to which is say “Now what?”. He can’t find his wallet. This time we aren’t laughing. We tear the car apart but it's not there. We get back in the car and figure we'll go back to my apartment and look outside in case it fell out when we exited the cab. The whole way back I'm calling cab companies and basically being laughed at. The wallet was nowhere to be found outside of my house so at this point we're starving, still haven’t watched one second of the election and again we say "FUCK IT!" and I tell him dinner and drinks are on me and we head back out into the night.
We go BACK to the Thirsty Scholar, meet up with our pals and have a few drinks and are just in time and get to watch the election get called for an Obama win. All’s well that ends well right?
After they call it we wait forever for the concession speech from Romney but it was almost 1AM so we leave and head to a 24 hour spot in Boston called the South Street Diner, eat some greasy diner food and get to watch Obama give his victory speech and even after the bike and wallet debacle it all felt worth it watching American history be made over a big bowl of greasy diner french fries with a good friend.
We finally leave around 2AM. We took one wrong turn and a 10-minute drive turned into a 45 minute one which included paying tolls. We FINALLY get back to my place and Don decided to crash on the couch after the night he had and my head didn't hit my pillow until 3AM. It was still worth it though!
Until this morning when I woke up bleary eyed AND sick. Sheesh' can I guy get a break around here?! -Craig