I took Aubry Brut Rose to a couple friends' house for post working-the-polls-all-day collapse/celebration. They're good friends, so they'd made carrot/ginger soup (Radikon Ribolla Gialla) and veal osso bucco (some Spanish red that was actually really pretty delicious, but I completely forget what it was). Also drunk: Ca' de Noci querciole (I now take this wine everywhere), '90 Guigal Hermitage (delicious: great synthesis of structure and delicate, quiet but not over the hill aromatics of licorice merged with the kirschbuttercream layer of these traditional Sicilian almond paste cookies made locally here in NC; open when I arrived). I brought homemade pumpkin pie with unsweetened local whipped cream with cardamom in it b/c cardamom makes my brain feel crazy and turned on.
I got up at 5 am to go work all day at my precinct, and yet now I can't go to sleep, since I feel too fucking wired.
I can't express how breathtaking it feels to me to have my home state, deeply crimson scarlet red since before I was born, suddenly one of the only races left still too close to call. Aah, civilization!
One last: my precinct of 3200 registered voters had over 80 % turnout. Jesus christ.
I got up at 5 am to go work all day at my precinct, and yet now I can't go to sleep, since I feel too fucking wired.
I can't express how breathtaking it feels to me to have my home state, deeply crimson scarlet red since before I was born, suddenly one of the only races left still too close to call. Aah, civilization!
One last: my precinct of 3200 registered voters had over 80 % turnout. Jesus christ.