I woke up at an ungodly hour (for me, anyways) to pouring down rain… a perfect day for campaigning. We arrived at this crazy Ballet school in Ballard where they were handing out assignments and Hostess cupcakes. After waiting around, we finally met our team leader, who was nice but kooky; she drove us to our neighborhood in a car that was decorated with fairies.
We probably knocked on about 60 doors and talked to a handful of people, but saw only one Bush supporter, thank god. So I was feeling optimistic and excited about election night.
By the time we made it home we were soaked and freezing cold (apparently, my left shoe is not waterproof) and warmed up with some blueberry tea. I managed to drink a little too much and had a hard time getting dinner on the table, but we assembled some quick Fontina ravs made with won-ton skins. Then I made poached beef with leftover stock and some braised bok-choy.
By the time we finished dinner, Florida had been called and I was starting to feel sick. We watched the Daily Show (I heart Al Sharpton!), which was frighteningly sad-you could tell the cast was having a hard time finding the humor-but it was a welcome relief from CNN.
I went to bed devastated and stunned.