I just got back from the Obama victory rally in Grant Park. Really, I did.
It's another moment where I wonder how I end up in these places, but hey, this isn't about me (for once...).
As the results came in and it became increasingly obvious that vistory was Obama's, the crowd swelled and the atmosphere became amazing. With McCain conceding defeat, it became magical.
The man himself came on stage and that was it - the crowd went wild.
Truly, I've never seen so many people in one place in my life (and I've been to a Take That concert) and I've never seen so many people so inspired by a figure on a stage (apart from maybe at that Cher gig I went to, tee hee).
But really, the crowd was young, old, black, white, gay straight and everything in between. Everyone was smiling, everyone was happy. It was a big old love-fest and we were loving it. I can't imagine British (or French) politics ever having the same impact on the population.
It was a moment in history, and I was thrilled to be there.
America, you did good tonight.
Now can I please go to bed?