History Made, Still On Edge.
You should hear the screaming and shouting and horn-honking here in the Mission district of San Francisco at 8:01pm. The Boyfriend stopped to get champagne on his way home at the BevMo and the shelves were almost bare. I think we had a suspicion. I think there might be just one America, and not two afterall.
So there’s half of the party going on tonight in the Castro. We’ll see what happens as the State counts its ballots; hopefully we will be drinking champagne in celebration and not to dull the pain.