I almost couldn't leave the house and vote today. Too freaked. Visibly stressed, in fact.
I figured California was all sewn up for Obama, anyway.
But then Cranky reminded me how important my vote on Prop 8 would be, and I combed my hair. Put on a shirt. Went to the Nazarene home where the polling booths were. (Nice people!)
Gosh, what a crowd. Last time I voted there, we were the only two people. This time, we could hardly find a place to park.
And then, on the way home, we stopped by a Chinese restaurant we've been meaning to check out. But. It had a new name! A new canvas sign outside.
Still, we went in and ordered food... and they told us we were their first customers.
Of the day?
No, of the restaurant. They just started, today!
I have never been a first customer, anywhere.
The food was OK. Good enough. I'm glad I went and voted, for onion cake, and for Obama.