Drinking Alone
Let me tell you something about the newspaper business, knowledge I’ve gained by covering 12 (12!) elections: When an editor says “You can go home” on an election night, you go. You have been released! Do not hesitate, for at any moment, something crazy might happen, and by “crazy” I mean there will be some pointless delay in tabulating results that will keep you tied to a desk for a couple more hours. And because 88* percent of primary elections are boring, even to the most dedicated politicos, trust me, you’d rather be home on your couch, curled up with your dog, drinking a glass of Riesling** from this pretty blue bottle and marveling at your luck. This actually happened tonight — an early escape. And I, for one, am happy.
*a mostly scientific estimate, based on my vast experience
**incidentally, one of my favorite photos so far!
“You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.” -J.M. Barrie
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