Tomorrow: scary times, election results, champagne and resolution

Every election for the last three or four I have spent with my Gemini friends in Inverness. (There are four of us women who all have birthdays within a few days of each other, all Geminis, so there are always virtually 8 people in the room when there are only four in reality.)  When I lived out there, we had dinners every month or so. Now we meet in Petaluma every couple of months, but elections are special so I am on my way out there after work tomorrow. 

In the meantime, I cannot watch any more of this stupid election bullshit.  Stop the madness, I say!  Rip that orange rug off the head of that neo-Nazi misogynist and feed his face to the wolves!  (They will eat anything.)  Tomorrow, waiting for election results will no doubt mean many trips to the bathroom, upset stomach will prevail. Until they call this thing, there will be no peace.  And even after the pundits/newspeople/commentators call it, Orange Hair person will protest it and it might not be over for another month or so.  ACK!!! 

But tomorrow at this time I will be with three other women, we will be drinking champagne and eating trailer trash snacks (like Beer Nuts, artichoke and jalapeno dip, bad potato chips) and hanging on every newscast.  We hope by 9:00 we will have an election consensus and can go to bed slightly tipsy and less afraid.  But if not, we will be awake until the powers that be grant one of the candidates the sword of Damocles. If it is our pick, we will smile and go to sleep.  If it is the Orange Haired Monster, we will make plans to move to Mexico, just so we can breach the new wall with all the other misfits and refugees from the real American republic. If the Orange Hair Monster wins, this country will no longer be ours and any allegiance we have to it will be gone. 

If you haven't, please vote tomorrow. But if you are reading this, you already have or you will tomorrow.  Thank you.

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