That's what my friends and I kept saying to one another on our way out of the Grant Park rally last Tuesday night. "That really happened." All of us had done our parts to make it happen, by donating money, phonebanking, carpooling to neighboring states to knock on doors, marching in parades, sending emails, or simply voting. And all of us were pretty confident in the outcome. But still. Until it actually happened, it wasn't going to seem real. (You can read my recap of Grant Park, along with my coworkers', here.)
I think I'm finally ready to start thinking about non-election-related things again. After leaving the office early Tuesday, taking a vacation day Wednesday, and spending the rest of the week catching up from election hangovers both literal and figurative, I think maybe I can stop choking up at the slightest provocation (although the latest from one of my all-time favorite writers, Roger Angell, just did it to me again in The New Yorker, I'll link to it when it goes online) (UPDATE: Here's Angell).
So. Theater? I'm ready for you again. Whatcha got?
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