Obama?

I have been so busy with work that I've missed several days worth of posting - oh, dear reader, how I have been busy. I went to the Obama rally here in the Lou over the weekend, one amongst the throng of 20,000 chanting, sweating, sign-waving people packed onto a convention center floor. It was tight. Here's where we were, in relation to the stage:

And this actually looks closer than it was. I may have been zoomed in - we really had to stretch to see the stage, which was so far away that when the crowd at the front cheered it sounded like they were on the other side of town. Seriously. Lots of people, and wonderfully diverse. I think that's what won me over, in the end, to vote for Obama: I have never seen such an alliance of races, classes, and (to a lesser extent) ages gathered for a common cause. It was exciting, and I let that excitement carry the vote. Perhaps against my more pragmatic side, perhaps against my more feminist side...I went with the race vote.

I still miss Edwards. I almost voted for him on Tuesday even though he's no longer in the running. On the upside, Obama and Clinton have actually been acknowledging poverty since he bowed out. And to that, we owe Edwards our thanks, dear reader. If you disagree, I will give him your thanks on your behalf. Trust me, it's for the best. (I am mostly kidding. Mostly.)

It was so crowded and exciting, one young woman passed out right in front of us. Right here, on the floor:

She was carted off, just like in the Superbowl (which I didn't watch, but from past experience I think someone is carted off on one of these exact same flatbed go-carts at least once per game; this is, not surprisingly, a large part of the excitement of the game). She was mostly revived by the time the cart arrived, which was good because Obama was about to take the stage and we all wanted to feel good and excited again.

Do you notice a trend in my vocabulary tonight? How many times have I mentioned excitement? Quite a few, and that is exactly what worries me about Obama. Is he all just excitement and hope? I still struggle with this, two days post-primary. I worry that we are going for the show instead of the substance, for the exciting outsider instead of the seasoned politico. What's a girl to do? I voted. Now, I wait. And worry.

To make matters better, my lady friends gathered here again tonight for another crafty affair. More on that in the morning...