I wake up in the morning after not talking to Corey that night so I knew something was up with Grandma. I decide not to bug him with the usual 6:15 am "good morning baby!" text message. I take a shower and make some toast and notice that it's raining outside. YES! I love the rain and it is finally here. I throw on a sweater, jeans, and uggs (favorite outfit in the whole world) and head out the door and 7:20 am for school. I get in my car and turn on the radio to listen to the Mikey show that I listen to every morning. They had Boston Rob out at the poll lines talking to people as they waited in the rain asking them ridiculous questions. "If John McCain was a famous wrestler, what would his name be?" The guy replies "The Great American Bulldog", whatever that means.
I sit through my women's studies class excited to hear what she is going to say today. She is totally into politics and obviously was a nervous wreck about the election that day. As a feminist she was a huge Obama fan but what made me really respect her was that she did not brag about how much she loves him all the time like everyone else does. I get trough that class and RWS annoyed about hearing everyone talking about how they voted for Obama because he is soooo great. He is "the change we need" like any 20 year old college kid really knows what kind of "change" America needs. I rush home and grab my lap top, homework, and a clean dry pair of clothes and rush to Santee.
I need to go and vote before the lines get super long. I did not have all day to wait in lines because that night we had a Madonna concert to go to. I woke up that day super stressed thinking about all the things going on that day (not that it was anything really important to stress over, this is probably why I have shingles right now, i get too stressed too easy). I had to vote, finish my homework, VOTE, watch the election, go to a Madonna concert, and try to keep up with the Kings/Ducks game all at the same time, plus dealing with a sad boyfriend whose grandmother just died that afternoon.
I pass Sonrise church in Santee and see the yellow "polling place" signs and think perfect I will go vote right here. I walk inside and no one is in there standing in line...even better. It is one o'clock and no one is here voting, kinda weird but whatever, better for me. They ask my name and address (and dont even check my ID) and say I am not at my polling place but if I sign a piece of paper I can vote there. Sweet, I sign my name and get my ballot and begin to vote. For some reason I was really nervous (is that how you spell it? it doesnt look right but whatever). I was shaking and thinking what if I dont make the right choice?! I dont want to fuck it up for the city of Santee if I vote for the wrong people! Oh well at least I dont live here or have kids in the school system. Besides all I really care about is the president, Prop 4 and Prop 8. So here I go...NO on prop 4 and NO on prop 8, perfect, hand it to the old bitter lady, watch her seal it up, get my sticker and im out. My first time voting...ever....pretty awesome.
I get to Nawnee's house where everyone is pretty much chilling. Paul is out the door to work, and the kids are ready to take a nap. I stay at the house and watch Zoie, well listen for Zoie while Nawnee goes to costco with Jack to get pizza and other stuff she needed. I was so excited waiting for the poll results as I sat at the table doing homework. The first poll results were released at three so I kept the news on and tried to finish my work. Nawnee comes home, we eat pizza, and I show her some videos on womensmediacenter.com. It is only five and it is already dark outside and the rain finally stopped. It was clear skies but still pretty cold. Paul gets home soon and Nawnee gets in the shower to get ready for the Madonna concert which starts at "7:30". I sit on the couch so anxious about the poll results and I sit at watch as Obama gets more and more electoral votes. It was 35 to 107 at about six fifteen when we are about to leave the house, a bad sign for poor McCain. We head out the door listening to the radio, both nervous to hear the results although it is pretty obvious Obama will win the election, thank you Oprah.
Finally we get down town and it is FREEZING! We park at Nawnee's work and start walking to Petco Park where the concert will be in a few hours. While walking to the stadium we pass this older black lady who was dressed nice and didnt smell, asking two older men for some change because she had to catch a cab across town. I thought well she wasn't poor, and obviously wasn't going to spend the money on drugs or beer so I asked Nawnee for some change and gave it to the nice old lady.
Nawnee kinda looks at me weird but we keep walking. As we get closer to the stadium we pass another girl who was probably in her mid 20's singing some church song collecting money. She sounded pretty good and looked like she went to my school (blond, dressed nice, pretty). Ok fine I will give her a dollar too, at least she is doing something for it. Nawnee grabs my hand and says "You will NOT give her money! She does not need that money". Fine Nawnee whatever, I just thought she sounded good and I would give a non poor person money before a poor old smelly person. I know its lame but its true.
We get to the stadium and the line was HUGE!! oh well lets just get in line we will get in there soon anyways. As we wait there is the annoying group of guy guys and loud girls shouting and celebrating that Obama is the new president elect. Whatever stupid people enjoy giving all your tax money to dumb people on welfare. We get in the stadium, hop in the elevator and talk to a grumpy old man who doesnt really help us find our seats. He just shines his flashlight on the stairs and in spanglish says THAT WAY! Lame old man dont yell at me! We get a little lost but find our seats up in the nose bleed section. The view was absolutely beautiful, behind the stage with huge lit M's you can see all of downtown with all the lights of the buildings lit. I would rather sit there and stare at down town all night then see Madonna. Well an hour and a half after the concert was supposed to start Madonna comes out.
I dont know any of her songs really, I am just more entertained at her ridiculous dancing. She did this weird monkey move that made Nawnee and I both laugh. We try to remember some of the crazy dance moves so we can practice them later when we get home. We sit through this concert for an hour and a half in the freezing cold while sitting next to a crazy fat old lady who smells like she is on her period and who wont stop doing tae bo. She almost punched Nawnee a couple times! We decide that we are going to leave early since it was already 11 and we both had to wake up early the next day. As we are leaving the stadium Madonna finishes her last song and leaves the stage. The people were still sitting in there waiting for her to come and sing her encore. At this point Nawnee and I are both super tired and ready to go home I mean it was already past eleven so we decide to bounce early and try to beat the traffic.
As we are walking out of PetCo park we can still hear the people screaming for an encore and think "stupid people you should know better than that, Madonna doesn't care about her fans she already made her money, she is out!" Well of course we are right as we soon find out. As we walk around the back entrance of the stadium this man comes running up to us waving his hands in the air screaming STOP STOP!! ok ok old mine we are stopping! Literally that second three decked out Range Rovers black on black come flying out of the gate! THey are so close that they almost run over our toes. The first one had all its windows up and were thinking who the heck is in there that they are in such a hurry, is the place on fire? Well in the second car a man is leaning almost his entire body out the back window holding a huge video camera. He was filming the car right behind him which was lugging, ya you guessed it.. Madonna. DAMN! I wish that first car would have hit me! Not even so I could sue Madonna but it would just be sweet to say that Madonna's car hit me! Wow thank you Madonna for all the entertainment, we understand you have to hurry home to cook dinner for all your children, we're out!
Sigh, we are so beat, at this point its midnight and we are still driving home but MAN we are hungry! Lets stop at Taco Bell and get some chicken stuffed burritos! Well as we are driving home, in Santee Nawnee points out this electoral sign hanging on some chain link fence on Magnolia. One of the guys running for mayor or something posted these signs all over town of course with crazy sayings on them but this particular sign was different. It just said "JACK" on a huge piece of poster board. Well of course because of this Nawnee wanted the sign. She told me, Hey Sammi, next time your driving down the busiest street in Santee, can you stop and RIP that sign off the fence for me?! It so awesome and I am going to hang it in Jack's room or do something super awesome with that sign! Well by the time I actually get in my car to drive back home its 12:30 and no one is driving down the streets so I figure there wasn't a better time than now to get that sign!
Keep in mind it was raining for two days straight so all the dirt in the city of Santee had turned to mud. So here I am in pulled over on one of busiest streets in town, in the rain, wearing Nawnee's uggs, ready to rip this JACK sign off the fence. While running to the fence from my car of course I slip in mud and fall straight on my butt... ok well its the end of the night Im going to get this sign!
I grab the sign and try to pull it off the fence thinking it was only held on with staples, of course not though that would be too easy, its SCREWED to the green mesh on the fence. uuugggggg pull harder your going to get this stupid sign!!! Victory is mine! I take the sign and throw it mud and all in the car... not only is the sign covered in mud but so is my ass and shoes. Talk about a huge mess in the civic.. poor thing Ill clean you up tomorrow I had to get this done.
So it takes a few days and a bottle of soap water but I got the uggs, the car, and the sign clean. I give the sign to Nawnee who was surprised I actually stole the sign, now hopefully no one saw me so I dont get a ticket for anything..
So this is now a year later... and where is the sign? In the trash. I think the sign made it a week in the house before it got moved to the back yard where it got pooped on enough where it finally got thrown in the trash....
