Saturday afternoon Joe and Lauren invited me over for a very necessary Bloody Mary. After watching the ridiculous and nearly perfect new Beastie Boys video, we reminisced about how the three of us spent the night of November 4, 2008 within a block of each other on the West Bank without knowing it (and without Joe and Lauren, now married, knowing each other), how everyone spilled out into the street ‘Obama drunk’, as Joe put it, and celebrated wildly into the autumn night. Jay-Z’s remix of the original (and inferior) Young Jeezy track reminds me of that night, of being Obama drunk, of the buoyant hope that, sadly, feels far more than two and a half years distant.