Well, I TRIED to go to the "End of an Error" bash at The Press Room tonight. I worked until 8 and that's when the party (with the Leftist Marching Band and a bunch of other fine musicicians) was set to start. Only took me 15 minutes or so to drive there from work, find a parking place only a block away and walk in the door.

Alas, I think the legal capacity of upstairs had been reached BEFORE 8 -- and most of the Leftist Marching Band didn't arrive until I was leaving. I waited in line for about a half an hour, chatting with friends as well as people I'd never seen before -- but the line wasn't moving and didn't look like it would soon. No one could go upstairs until bodies left. Sigh.

As someone said, "That's what happens when parties are posted on FaceBook.

Yeah. I'm glad I went. I'm glad I was part of even standing in line. But my feet gave out and I went home to raise a beer to Obama and toast a country finally aiming in the right direction.

Linn