NotSoAverageDay

Imagine.

A president with a funny name, a different face, of a minority race.

Imagine.

3 girls, from seemingly upper-middle class white families, as average as any, striving for success in our land of opportunity.

There are obstacles-Cindy McCain's immaculate outfits; jobs as cocktail hussies at Goldbar, creepy bosses disguised as fashion photographers asking models to test shoot topless, interviews at Chelsea clubs with the whackest clientele, and the reigning image of a white GOP leader.  Tough tasks to tackle, but we are holding our own.

Cheers, tears, more pep talks than can be accounted for-the comparable tales of Obama's campaign and my life and the lives of my two roommates truly cement the realization that odds are less than a game of luck and chance, and more of a tournament of hard work.  It seems so bluntly insulting and so blindly simple.  But what happens from the moment you take charge is up to you, and belief is the foundation of success.  The trials and tribulations of my life may not mean what those of our next president do, but I'm willing to bet my future successes will mean as much to me as his do to him.  Carry on.  

And might I mention Jill Biden's exceptional lemon lime suit this evening, and the adorableness of those to-be first children. And they're getting a puppy!