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Okay, so, the Big CNN Bloggers' Ball is over and I escorted Christy back to her hotel.  Then, I tried to catch a cab back out to my Dad's place in Alexandria.  The first cabbie who came to the hotel claimed to have no idea where the road I was trying to get to is.  The second cabbie just flat said he didn't want to go that far out of his way.

So, I'm here in Christy's room until the Metro starts running again at 5:00am.  After lying there grinding my teeth for several minutes from all the coffee I drank at Tryst, I realized that sleeping is not going to really be an option between now and five.  At least, not any kind of meaningful sleep.  I could maybe grab a fitful forty minutes or so, probably snoring so horribly as to completely disrupt poor Christy's slumber, and ultimately falling asleep just in time to miss my alarm and make myself late for the train and then late getting back to my Dad's and then late for my flight back home.

So, here I am, hoping that some of you readers will keep me company for the hour and a half remaining before the trains start running again. 

Cor, I am beat, and tomorrow will be a long day of airports and suffering, but hey, I can take it.  I'm a big boy.  And my cats will be waiting for me at the other end of all this, not to mention my bed.

Can you guys believe it?  The Dems took the House and, pending the results of the Webb/Allen race, it looks like we may have taken the Senate as well.  We are some bad-ass bitchez, aren't we?  I was just daydreaming aloud to Christy about how there's going to be some offices cleaned out in the next couple months, some Repugnican committees are going to get moved to the basement of the Capitol, and some come-uppances are going to be served up at Speaker Pelosi's Blue Plate Diner.  Yeeeeeeee-haw.  I could just kiss myself.

It's going to make that rainy, cold walk to the train and from the Franconia-Springfield station to my Dad's house a lot more bearable in the pre-dawn darkness.  WE FUCKING DID IT, you guys!!  More than half of our Blue America candidates won their races, which, if I'm not mistaken, beats the snot out of Rahm Emanuel's percentages this time around.  

We are karma hunters.  Uh-huh.