Jesus, election night had to have been in the top 5 worst nights of my life. This will certainly be a where were you when Kennedy was shot/when 9/11 happened in the near future. Here's my tale:
I'd misplaced my absentee ballot, and had intended to go vote in person after work. I decided to take a nap when I got home. When I woke from my nap I thought "welllll, I'm in West Hollywood. My vote basically has no impact." At 6pm my time, I decided to check MSNBC on my laptop to see what time it looked like it would be called for Hillary.
Needless to say, I did not like what I was seeing. I did not like the look on every anchor's face. I watched for a little while, and nothing was getting better. Round about 6:30pm I thought "Fuck, I better go vote". I encountered my roommate, and told him "Trump's doing better than expected." He waved me off "Trump isn't going to win." I didn't argue the point, but given the looks on the MSNBC people's faces, I was not at all confident.
I wandered down to the community center in a daze. Honestly, I felt like a zombie walked down there. I explained to the poll workers my situation, and was given a ballot that was supposed to be provisional. I voted Clinton/Kaine and for attemped to read the ballot measures and do that right thing. And I voted Adam Schiff. I handed my ballot to the poll worker, who to my surprise, put it in the machine! He'd forgotten I was supposed to be provisional. Oh well.
I walked back in that same daze, hoping against hope to log back in and find things had shifted. As I walked someone saw my "I voted" sticker and shouted "CLINTON!!!!" in an excited voice. I was so deep in thought and worry, it took a few seconds to register. "Yeah" I tried to muster. This guy must not know what's going on OR the tide had turned.
I got back home to hear another state called for Trump. I heard Chris Matthews, off camera, say "Oh, Jesus", and it sounded a lot like Matt Lauer saying "Oh Jesus" as he saw the second plane hit live on air on 9/11. I turned off my laptop. Soon after my roommate returned home, took one look at my ashen, distressed face and said "No. No. No no no no."
We decided to watch a movie to keep our minds off it. The Nice Guys with Gosling and Crowe. I was trying to laugh, and I think he was too. Suddenly, we heard a kind of strange sound outside the house. We went to investigate, and found we'd been egged. It was all over- driveway, fence, our mailbox (outside and inside). Turned out our third roommate (actually housemates, I live with struggling actor types) had pissed off his kind-of-known-for-being-on-couple-of-tv-shows girlfriend. He's a latin lothario, and this kind of thing happens at our home frequently. At least it took our minds off it for a while.
I still can't fucking believe it happened. But at least I know my vote counted. I'm among the 3 million more Clinton got in California.