Friday, November 07, 2008


How exactly am I going to break it to my oh-so -conservative pop that I am not only optimistic, but exuberant?
How do I tell the story of Oakland/Berkeley/San Francisco going entirely mad with delight, breaking out into drumming circles and midnight parties and actual dancing in the streets with people we have avoided eye contact with before?

The crowing winner is even more vile than the sore loser, but the stench of wearied partying is pretty obvious.

1 comment:

michaelg said...

Lubricate pop with a little drinky before you set in on the exuberance.