i was at an election party in the mission with tim and some people i'd just met when they called it for obama. i sat there in shock for a few moments and then had the unbearable urge to run out into the streets and find everyone i could find, so i did, and i went all over town in an excited romp. i went to union square where the cable cars where ringing their bells joyously surrounded by a hooting crowd, to the north beach hilton to find more people i knew, to the castro wth those people, and finally ended up dancing in the street on valencia and 19th as i was trying to take myself home.

i've never felt so much togetherness and sheer joy in the streets of san francisco, even though prop 8 had passed. i don't think the prop 8 situation fully sank in until the following days.

are you too depressed to finish biting through that piece of toast?