Last night was a night that will go down in history as a perfect fall evening: I was challenged to not one, not two, but three games of Scrabble--all while watching the polls come in. I wasn't worrying about money, because I found out earlier in the day that I won a scholarship for "student who wrote extensively on women's issues. (Apparently writing about menstrual blood's capacity to fertilize household plants qualifies me for this. Realistically speaking though, it was the only award they could give me--there is no award for "student who wrote most extensively about conspiracy theorists and/or sex.") And it gets better--I made a baked cranberry and pecan brie puff pastry, which Natty and I devoured in one sitting. (Three weeks worth of turbojamming can't even begin to counteract that kind of gluttony.) I even discovered that GAYDAR is a playable word, according to the Scrabble dictionary.
And then, to top it all off, there was Obama. We're a continent in awe. Good times are coming.
(Although, I have to admit, I'm tempted to go down to Conspiracy Culture today to hear what the truthers are saying post-election.)