I BBMed my father this morning to ask him who I should vote for. I have been following it a little bit down here but don’t REALLY know what any of these candidates are all about. Maybe because I read the Daily News, Post and NY Times daily but have never, ever picked up a copy of the Sun Sentinel or the Herald. You can take the girl out of New York…

Anyway, he replied, “Cuomo, wilson, schumer, gillibrand.”

Um, I live in Florida now, dad.

“Not Rubio,” was what I got. Thanks?

To be (sadly) honest, I have never been very good about voting. When I lived in NYC, my permanent address was still my father’s house in White Plains, so I defintiely missed more than one election so I could hit happy hour in the city instead. And I will even fess up to one of my deepest, darkest secrets. I voted for Bush 2.0 – twice.

In my defense, I knew absolutely nothing about him the first time around. I remember walking in to the voting center at the fire house on Battle Hill in White Plains and chose to stand behind W because I thought, “He’s kind of handsome.” I knew nada about his politics, background or experience. His looks were my sole reason.

The next time around – the election that really counted – I regretfully voted for him again. At that point, I was so disconnected from the world. I was bartending 5 nights a week until 4 am and then going out drinking until sunrise after my shift ended. If I did crack a newspaper, it was to catch up on celebrity gossip in Page Six, not to read Op-Eds in the Times.

I feel every vote I cast for the rest of my life will be to make up for that fatal misstep.

I showed up at the Orchard View Elementary School polling center, which is located within walking distance from my front door. However, when I got there, I found out I had been rezoned and had to drive across the street to the Advent Baptist Church. Ugh. I had snuck out even though Rooms To Go had promised my new guest room furniture would be delivered between 12 and 4 so I was getting worried about being out too long.

Of course, when I got to the Baptist church, they had no record of me and I had to fill out a million forms. Shockingly, no one asked me to show them any paperwork proving my new address. Ah, Florida.

So here I was casting my ballot for a bunch of people I knew very little about – again. First, I figured if Slick Willy had pleaded with Kendrick Meek to pull out of the race, he wasn’t my guy. (I am a HUGE Bubba fan. Huge.)

First, I checked off – or, rather, drew a line to connect the arrows to eachother – Charlie Crist. It doesn’t seem like he’s messed things up TOO badly for the Sunshine State, right? I mean, the education system is abomidable but it’s been like that for a long time. There are the constant gay rumors, which seem spot on. But other than that, I hear very little gossip about the guy. After, Alex Sink, I was stumped. I hadn’t seen many of the other names before. So I decided to just check off all of the Democrats down the line. I had no idea what they stood for, but I knew I would sleep well tonight having not voted for a single GOPer.

I walked my ballot form to another line – filled with mostly really old people – and it was scanned through a machine. I rushed home and pulled up to my house just as the furniture deliverymen did. A productive day indeed.