Lol, jumping on the bed? I grew out of that, years ago...What were you doing in Maine, anyway? :D
Well, I was a year under the drinking age in ‘94, so I couldn’t hit the nearest bar. My parents knew at the time that being around me on election night can, well, be hit or miss, so they chose to go out to a nearby mall until very late to miss the festivities if things went badly. So absent all that, I just jumped on the bed in between running out in the hallway to see if anybody else was enjoying watching the overthrow of the half-century+ rodent regime (nope).
We were in Maine returning from New Brunswick, which was a last-minute decision to head further north on a month long New England trip (the temps were an unusually warm 70s+ along the coast, all the way into Canada in early November, really weird). Although my parents had been there, I had never been to New England before, so I would always try to cover as much as possible on the chance that I might not ever be able to see something again (and as you well know, that would soon just about become the case).