Election Night

And for all my complaining, there are a few times being a liberal in Texas really feels good. Or smug. It could easily be smug.

Nonetheless, hell yeah. Thanks, country, thanks for not being everything I always feared you were. I might have screamed out in happiness, or thrown my hands in the air, or done an elaborate jazz hands routine. Or none of all of the above. Prove it.


It is a good night. :)