Yesterday was an important first for me. Tuesday, November 2, I lost my voting polls virginity.
During college I diligently filled out absentee ballots and researched local candidates for a town I no longer lived in. This year was the first time I voted in person. It was a pretty big deal so naturally, I prepared myself.
Living at home has wrecked havoc on my responsible citizenship duty. I spend more time watching Jon Stewart than Anderson Cooper, and I didn’t much besides the candidates’ names until the night before. I know, I’m a terrible citizen. But unlike some people who just vote for their party, I did my research (albeit last-minute):
Responsible citzens take notes on hotel paper.
Since this was my first time at the polls, I made sure to look my best. Unfortunately, that backfired.
Damn dirty laundry.
Instead I wore all blue. It was a more subdued kind of party support, but I made it work. After I figured out my wardrobe, I put my election notes in my BlackBerry because if you hadn’t already figured it out, I’m a bit OCD.
Moving on to election day….I’m kind of bummed I missed the days of hanging chads. Sure, these new ballots are more accurate, but what fun is accuracy during elections? That doesn’t make headlines.
I won’t bore you with all the details. Just imagine lots of old people sitting around talking about things old people talk about. Then picture me, holding my ballot, looking confused and eager, waiting for someone to tell me where to go and what to do. Before I knew it, it was finished, and I was no longer a voting polls virgin. I even got a sweet sticker to commemorate the moment. Definitely a storybook ending.
