Riding through the rain. Scouting barber shops. Hugging strangers. Beating drums. Watching revelers climb to the highest elevation in sight—-bus stops, stop lights, trees. Yelling back at honking cars. Chanting “U.S.A.” for the first time (unironically). Storming Marvin when Barack came on the big screen. Cheering for our next first lady—-and, inexplicably, even louder for our next first puppy. Cheering for the District of Columbia. Putting down my notepad. Watching history. It was a wonderful night.