For Space Monkey

Obama Pride Floods the Streets of Capitol Hill

Ryan and Jim were there. I got a text from Ryan as my plane pulled up to the gate. Jim called while I was on the tram with a hundred other dehydrated, exhausted people who spent the last 5 hours with me, sitting crammed together, uninformed. I knew it was Jim, but all I could hear was elated screaming. I looked around at the somber faces. My friend Porter led the crowd in the national anthem and his writeup gives a good idea of what I missed.