WE KICKED ASS! Andrea topped the polls for the non-incumbents nominated (that is to say, was the star of the newbies)...

And also and as importantly, there was a great e-night party. A beautiful election-night party, with a degree of sincere and hopeful jubilation common to both the "winners" and the "losers". There were nerds and freaks and kids and the alarmingly stylish, lots of Sikh men in turbans, poltico types in suits and japanese language students and journalists blogging in corners, financial managers and hot young bikesheviks and candidates and their entourages and their (ranging from cucumber cool to sweaty and shaking) campaign managers. I was doing the ersatz hora around Science World with a conga line of Demitri's young greek contingent (to Rah Rah Rasputin), playing with the funky Science World toys, and watching it all unfold.

My friends I shit you not it felt in an essential underlying way, like the greatest of all-night raves where the dancefloor is going off and everything, everything, seems possible.

Because it is.