I'll Love You 'Til The End Of The World

[I suppose yesterday's deeply distressing events merit a quick poke of the head from even my hidey-hole. I watched the returns first at the FNC, while Sean, Leah, Arthur, etc. puttered about and kibitzed. Two glasses of wine, a tiny dividend from somene's margarita, then a full marg of my own.]

[Sean, James and I repaired to Martuni's, where Alicia, Michael, etc. puttered about and kibitzed. Allen and a new friend showed up (sure, one more beer couldn't hurt), and, as the returns went from hopeful to iffy to catastrophic, Allen and I confirmed with soulful, tipsy glances how We Are So Fucked. Everyone else seemed to be trying to keep an artificially cheerful mien.]

[A quick trip to the Taco Bell/KFC at Duboce and Guerrero with Sean and James, a late-night errand for John followed by a somewhat incoherent political fat-chewing with him, then home for a last, sick, sad commiseration over the phone with Jessica. Like the election, the night was scattershot, full of denial, and not without nausea.]

[Y'know, no one ever declared they would move to Canada if Kerry won.]

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