Hey Me Hey Mama

The television's proclamation of Obama's win is echoed by car horns blaring and joyous screams from the street. Strangers high-five as they pass each other and dance freely down the sidewalk. I head to the restaurant and am met by a glass of champagne, hugs and congratulations. Giddy grins and shining eyes filled with hope and accomplishment head out into the Berkeley night where revelers are dancing and drinking in the street. Traffic going through crowds with arms stretched from the windows to the stars and American flags waving in the darkness. Fireworks booming, music pumping and glasses constantly filled. Berkeley was alive last night.

However, the decision to head downtown to the bars with a group of people on bikes landed me on handlebars for the ride, landing me sprawled on the pavement in the middle of an intersection, landing me on my couch with a coworker icing my bloody mess of a knee at 2am, landing me in the emergency room on my day off to get x-rays. Kneecap officially not fractured. But body officially Messed Up.