I should be sad right now. My blogging days have come to an end, my pants are only looser because I unbuttoned them, and I just ate noodles that were so greasy I feel like they are trying to escape through my pores. But, I can’t stop smiling. I think you all know what is happening 11 days from now. Not, the season premier of Friday Night Lights, that’s in 7 days. You know. I don’t even need to tell you. I am so excited, I’m starting to think maybe I’m not dead inside after all. I know I’m not the only one either. There’s an excitement in the air. As a country, I think we have forgotten what it feels like to do the right thing. We were so used to playing it Canadian any time we leave the country that we forgot it was even possible to maintain eye contact while handing your passport to a customs agent. I would go so far as to say we are even a little cocky about being American now. I was so excited on November 5th that painted an American flag and hung it on my wall. It makes me feel like a total moron when I realize that I just confessed that to 5s of people, but fuck it. I am proud. I’m a geek, but I’m a proud geek. Inauguration Day Eve will be more exciting than Christmas Eve, but more like New Year’s Eve in the sense that there is so much build up and I will pass out in my clothes. We will all be sitting around on January 19th, drinking champagne in our Sunday best. At 11:59, we will all fall into excited silence as we count down to the beginning of a new era. Now, I realize that change will not happen over night. He is not a miracle worker. I don’t expect to wake up and see unicorns walking down the street carrying bags of money. But there is a part of me that feels like the country turned off all the lights and pretended it wasn’t home, in hopes that the current administration would just go away. They obviously did not know who they were dealing with. But once our lord and savior is sworn in, the country will turn the lights back on, yell, “surprise!!”, and all will be well…In time. It will take a while to rebuild after the 8-year political hurricane we have just endured. It’s a huge job, but I think we picked a winner.
I do not like saying goodbye. Should we hug? Should we shake hands? If I kiss you on the cheek, are you going to turn your head so I kiss you on the mouth? I don’t know. You’re a little hard to read. I understand why. You’re upset, and I don’t blame you, I’m upset too. I didn’t want it to end like this. I didn’t want it to end at all, but we both knew this thing was never going to last. (Crazy for You by Madonna is playing and I don’t think it’s a coincidence) I did learn a lot. About you and myself. Thank you for that. Who knows? Maybe we’ll see each other again at Trader Joe’s as we both reach for the same bottle of wine. 2 Buck Chuck. Your favorite. And even though this hurts, I would do it over again in a heartbeat. I will never forget you.