Shauna Eats Sunnyside

Baracking the Vote

Well, my endorsement should comes as no surprise, seeing as how we’re the liberal media and all. I hope we can still be friends…

Yesterday, on the eve of the election of the century, B forgot his keys in our sweltering apartment, so i met him at the Courtyard bar after work, where we enjoyed a frosty (beautifully poured) pint of Guinness in remarkably cozy quarters (somehow the walled-in, futuristic sconces are workin for this mellow Irish pub) before heading back to the Tropic of Cancer to sweat out the alcohol and a few pounds of water weight.

FAST FORWARD TO 5:45am…

B’s annoying alarm wakes me up (and not him), we snooze a bit, then throw on street clothes and hike over to the line at PS 150 (corner of 43rd Ave. and 41st St.). The line wasn’t too torturous, and I was really glad to see so many neighbors getting in on the ass-crack-of-dawn voting action. If you haven’t voted yet and PS 150 is your station, the line was down past the basketball courts at approximately 8:15am, but by 11:30am, had entirely thinned out. Get there before 9pm tonight and make that shit count.

While waiting to get our vote on, B and I enjoyed a banana (standard), Trader Joe’s antioxidant trail mix bar (love the dried fruits but a bit on the oily side), and Wild Berry Powerbar (tastes like fruity rubber, in a good way). Sadly, there were no multilingual “I Voted” stickers.  Bastards.

B kinda had to hightail it to work, but I went home and powernapped. As any flava enthusiast would, I then rewarded myself for such early-morning ambition with a Baruir large iced coffee ($3… since i’m broke, probably shoulda just stuck with the $1.40 hot coffee) on my work trek to Midtown.

Today is going by soooo slowly. I’m a wreck waiting for the numbers to come in. And stories of polling problems are, I hope, not the tip of the iceberg.

On the menu for tonight: Catered soul food at the office, then boozing for Barack.

Cheers!