Nerves. I understand.
The atmosphere around here is like what we feel waiting for a hurricane, a lot of jitters, a lot of what if it turns this way, or that, do we have the shutters secure, do we have enough water, do we have enough canned food, batteries, etc.
At the end of the day, though, we'll lay our differences aside and do what this city does best....have a party, which is exactly what we are going to do regardless of who looks like the winner at 7 p.m.
I wish that is what the bicoastal folks will do, though I seriously doubt it. The vibes I get [I hate that word, vibes, but it is somehow apt today] are that there will be some really upset people who may consider street violence as an appropriate way to vent their dissatisfaction if W wins.
Except for the east/west coast contingent of Tulane students, who have been making asses out of themselves on St. Charles Avenue, much to our amusement, I might add, such a thing won't happen here. We're way too worldly and tolerant to let our rage get in the way of the social lubrication a good time provides.
Good food, good wine, and after a while we realize that, hey, it's not the end of the world, no one is ripping up the Danville Train or laying siege to Vicksburg. Heck, after a couple of glasses, I'll no doubt pull out one of my vintage Romeo and Julieta stogies, and toast the luck of the winner, whoever he might be. |
