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Change in the park.
So: I was lucky enough to get tickets to the Obama rally in Grant Park. (I was also sneaky enough to get a friend who didn’t have a ticket in.) And as Obama’s acceptance speech ended, I stood there huddled with my friends (and thousands and thousands of strangers) and seriously thought, “I’m going to write a blog about this.”
The problem is, I have a strict “no crying at work” policy and, every time I start to think about it, I tear up a little. So I’m going to try to keep it short.
Being 29, the only thing I have to compare this historical event to is 9/11. Everyone remembers where they were when the 9/11 attacks happened. However, this event was a little different because you knew it was coming. Regardless of the election’s potential outcome, walking down Michigan Avenue to Grant Park, you knew you were already part of history.
Our city looked beautiful. The weather was perfect. Everyone was friendly. There were plenty of restrooms! We waited there anxiously, climbing on the shoulders of our stronger friends, looking out across the crowd. Taking countless pictures, not caring how blurry they’d be. Just smiling at each other and watching the giant screen.
When the words “Barack Obama President-Elect” came up, we simply lost it. I can’t say for sure, but I really don’t believe anyone at Grant Park was standing still at that very moment. We were screaming and crying and jumping and hugging. AND SCREAMING!
From then on, the rest of the night was a steady stream of more of the same. We were all happy to be there, to be part of American history, to be part of Chicago history. And as coincidence would have it, the only person in that massive crowd at Grant Park I recognized was Melissa Hayes (our client from the Chicago History Museum).
It wasn’t until Wednesday when it really sunk in that literally the whole world was watching this event. Whether you were in Grant Park or on your couch, whether you’re American or not, whether you voted for Obama or voted for McCain, the world changed on Tuesday night and we were all part of it. And it’s that very thought that makes me happy enough to let things slide a little and cry at work…just this one time. — Miranda, Copywriter
The problem is, I have a strict “no crying at work” policy and, every time I start to think about it, I tear up a little. So I’m going to try to keep it short.
Being 29, the only thing I have to compare this historical event to is 9/11. Everyone remembers where they were when the 9/11 attacks happened. However, this event was a little different because you knew it was coming. Regardless of the election’s potential outcome, walking down Michigan Avenue to Grant Park, you knew you were already part of history.
Our city looked beautiful. The weather was perfect. Everyone was friendly. There were plenty of restrooms! We waited there anxiously, climbing on the shoulders of our stronger friends, looking out across the crowd. Taking countless pictures, not caring how blurry they’d be. Just smiling at each other and watching the giant screen.
When the words “Barack Obama President-Elect” came up, we simply lost it. I can’t say for sure, but I really don’t believe anyone at Grant Park was standing still at that very moment. We were screaming and crying and jumping and hugging. AND SCREAMING!
From then on, the rest of the night was a steady stream of more of the same. We were all happy to be there, to be part of American history, to be part of Chicago history. And as coincidence would have it, the only person in that massive crowd at Grant Park I recognized was Melissa Hayes (our client from the Chicago History Museum).
It wasn’t until Wednesday when it really sunk in that literally the whole world was watching this event. Whether you were in Grant Park or on your couch, whether you’re American or not, whether you voted for Obama or voted for McCain, the world changed on Tuesday night and we were all part of it. And it’s that very thought that makes me happy enough to let things slide a little and cry at work…just this one time. — Miranda, Copywriter
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