Once I finally got inside, I had to leave my digital camera at the security checkpoint; no photos inside the embassy! Frustrated, but happy to finally be in, I headed toward the jazz--only to find another lengthy line of increasingly impatient would-be voters in the courtyard. I'd guess there were a couple hundred people milling around. But at least inside the walls of the compound, they were serving free Starbucks coffee. (Hey, it's not my favorite, but the price was right!)
I queued up again, this time waiting to get a write-in ballot. Once I finally got inside the embassy building, I grabbed the necessary forms and, as they say, voted my ballot. All I needed was an envelope and I could stuff my form into a big blue box to have it shipped via diplomatic courier back to the US. Except, obviously, they were out of envelopes.
This gave me the chance to chat with more Americans, some of whom I'd met previously at debate watch parties in town. I grabbed another drink and paced around a bit before going back inside to hunt down an envelope. Finally, about an hour later, I had one.
I jammed my paperwork inside and dropped my envelope in the ballot box. I even got the cute "I Voted Absentee" sticker in the photo above. But the best moment of the party? There was no line to get my camera back from the security guards on the way out.
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