So, after Obama won and gave his victory speech… we reporters mistakenly thought the fanfare was finished and we would now be able to go home to our cozy little beds and get a least a few hours of sleep before returning to the work the next morning. Not quite.

As soon as I walked outside of the Driskill, I heard the not so distant roar of what sounded like a Mardis Gras parade, or at the very least–the aftermath of a UT win. The sound I heard ended up being from the hundreds and hundreds of Obama supporters dancing in the streets. Guys had brought out their bongo drums, men in suits were jumping up and screaming, girls were crying with delight. It was quite a scene. Quickly realizing this was the new story of the night, I made my way into the throng and with my photographer close by, interviewed the revelers well into the night. At one point, they surrounded me and were chanting “change! change! change!” I didn’t have the heart to tell them I wasn’t Obama nor part of his administration, so there was little I could do with their reminder.

A pretty unforgettable night.