Last night Banjo Man and I (both political junkies) ate our way through Election Night.
We started off with Italian sausage-potato-kale soup from our Crock Pot at 6:00. As the evening wore on we moved to ice cream bars. Doritos. Peach salsa.
I busied myself by stitching velvet pumpkins.
I confess to starting a drinking game: every time someone on television said, “Florida is too close to call” I took a sip from my tequila & ginger ale drink (s).
Son #1 called. He wasn’t too happy to hear about my drinking game, though he did laugh about it. A little.
We switched between four networks so we wouldn’t miss anything. Banjo Man broke out the cognac when the vote counts stalled for a few hours.
Really, how long does it take to count New Hampshire votes? Seven hours? Really?
At 2:00 AM we’d opened a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal (purchased just for that evening) and continued to snack. Pennsylvania was stalled at 98% of the vote counted. No one on any of the networks seemed to know why.
We’d vowed we wouldn’t go to bed without knowing who won.
At 3:30 AM, feeling nauseous, fat and exhausted, we waddled off to bed having finally heard an acceptance speech and news of a concession.
It’s over. Thank goodness. I am going to take a nap this afternoon and return to gluing pumpkin stems on pumpkins tonight…while watching Survivor and another episode of The Crown.
It’s going to be a lot more peaceful around here tonight.
And we’re going on a diet.