Oddly, I was somewhat out of the election loop last night.

Yesterday afternoon, when I picked up our car from the mechanic, I was talking to Rick, at the desk, and mentioned that I (along with something like sixty-five other bartenders) was going to be working at Deval Patrick victory party that night. Then I corrected myself and said that I didn't technically know that it was going to be a victory party, but Rick said he was pretty sure it would be.

"And you know why? 'Cause we don't have electronic voting machines."

I mentioned that Galvin was trying out a couple in a couple towns, although always with a paper trail and with the option of not using them. Rick was reasonably horrified, and I wonder if he, like I, was one of the 18% of folks who voted for Jill Stein.

Anyway, ( on to the event itself: )

As several people have been mentioning, one other benefit. . .

If you're a poor black kid growing up in the inner city raised by a single mother, we got you a role model who doesn't have to carry a gun to get respect.

Other bits of news

Last night, as part of tending bar, one of my nightmares came true. And I mean this in the sense of "I have a reoccurring unpleasant dream in which this happens, and then I'm relieved when I wake up and it didn't happen," but it did happen.

My pants ripped while I was tending bar. The inseam on the right leg. Thread just gave way. There's like an eight-inch gap from near the crotch to above my knee. I bend over to pick something up off the floor, and heard a ripping pop, and felt a breeze where there oughtn't be one.

Fortunately, I always have safety pins, so nothing bad happened.

Also, my feet hurt too much to do too much walking, and I wanted to mail some checks we had to deposit (our bank in is Vermont or somewhere like that, so we bank by mail). So I walked to the local corner drop-box. Which wasn't there. So I called the post office, and they've been decommissioning the blue streetcorner mailboxes, and that one doesn't exist any more. There are still other ones around, but most of them aren't much less walking than walking to the post office. And my feet aren't quite up to that. So the deposits won't be mailed until Lis gets home tonight.

I think there was a third thing I wanted to mention, but I don't remember what it was.