Raging for Obama

Last night’s beer/CNN watching at a local Park Slope drinking establishment with Nora, Hannah, E., Clementine, and Tommy, turned into a full-fledged rager.

I woke up at 7:30am with a red Gatorade mustache, and the spins. I got ready in 30 minutes, and ran out the door without my iPod or a book. I fell asleep on the train, woke up just before my stop, and then slowly walked the 4 long avenues to work. On my way, a construction worker stopped working, looked at me, and said:

Oof, looking rough - you must be a McCain fan.