Election Day was quite tiring. It started early for me on Monday night, staying up until five in the morning, feverishly editing the music for a slideshow I was presenting at the victory party for Scott Randolph. I laid down all the tracks in a shareware program, and then right before I hit the save button, the program crashed, losing everything I had accomplished. Dejected and hoping this wasn't an omen, I went to bed to get an hour and a half of sleep, and then went to the precinct to wave my sign for Scott.

When I arrived, I cast my vote and laid out our campaign signs. No one from any other campaign was out front, so I went home to change shirts and grab the laptop to finish in between talking to voters. On my return, I met up with Joely, another volunteer for our campaign, and three workers from Equality Florida, who were documenting any voting irregularities. Turnout was strong at Precinct 524, and I saw many smiles and thumbs up signals from the voters as they exited. About twenty people told me they had voted for Scott, and I felt very confident throughout the morning.

My father drove over from Tampa around noon to help wave signs. With all the troubles I had trying to get the Carpenter's Union to come out and support us, I was very happy to see my dad represent his Union proudly. After a quick bite at Steak N Shake, we went back to 524 and snagged a parking spot right outside the 100 foot no-solicitation zone and got ready for a continuation of the great turnout I had experienced earlier. Then it started to rain.

My father rigged a campaign sign to stand upright on his white station wagon and set his hard hat on top of the car, "to wash it off and send a message to the people." Every voter that ran in the polling place under their umbrellas looked at our display, and we still continued to see the signs of support I had seen earlier in the morning. We continued to huddle in the wagon, listening to the blather of Rush Limbaugh and Bud Hedinger until the tornado warning came. We headed home around 6:30 and got ready for the party.

I was a bit worried the rain had prevented a lot of folks from voting in other percents, making it a closer race than what we thought. Thankfully, the results of the race had alreay started to come in when the three of us left. The Florida Department of Elections already had us up by a considerable margin as I slid my blazer over my campaign t-shirt to walk out the door.