Sure, we drove down for the election, for a so-called election night “party”. One by one, the guests slunk off, to get drunk at home. Alone. In the dark. Thank God for Dan Rather. Not only did he refuse to call Ohio for Bush, keeping us edgily optimistic all night long, but it was his folksy wisdom that kept us reaching for the bottle.
For a full list of “Ratherisms” from election night 2004, look here.
We spent the night, because after that election, who could drive themselves home? The next morning, we beat it for the outlet mall on the way to the border, for a little retail therapy/economic boost to America. It was the least we could do.