By the time I got finished LOLing, dressing, stripping pins off my jacket, and got out the door, it was after 8am. My polling place is the Elks Lodge down on Poway Road, about 15 minutes' walk. They have a tiny parking lot, so I'll leave those spaces for people that either live further or need to get to work quicker than me. Besides, I like the idea of walking to the polls. The two election judges working the paperwork were pleasant... an older teenage boy who liked my "My Sexual Preference Is Often" pin, and a middle-aged woman who seemed amused by my "Doing My Best To Piss Off The Religious Right" pin. (She was making sure I didn't have any proposition or candidate buttons still on, as that would be electioneering. The Obama pins were safely in my pocket.) Several booths, no waiting, in and out in five minutes--and only because I'm meticulous about making sure I got it right.

It was drizzling very lightly the whole time. This isn't a bad thing. I don't mind it at all, and it's enough to keep the natives off the street corners. Except for one woman and what looked like her son, at Poway and Pomerado, waving a couple of "Yes on 8" signs. I gave them the standard "Hatred was never a Christian value, grow up!" snipe over the PA.