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  1. [raises hand]
    mostly just from staying up late though. I started drinking coffee about 8 p.m. Not the best strategery.
    Luckily, it’s high cedar fever season here and almost everyone is walking around with puffy red eyes, so I don’t have to explain that I’m coming off a 3 day crying jag.

  2. Not hungover here – depressed economy is great for keeping the over-indulging at a minimum. I am still giddy even as I know it won’t be a quick fix. Just knowing a responsible grown-up with a highly functional brain is at the helm = heady hope buzz!
    I hung out w/the Drinking Liberally group in HOU last night. Nice crew, too bad table adjacent to us wasn’t of equal political beliefs – they were talking louder once we were trying to hear President Obama’s* speech at the CinC Ball.
    *=I hope I never lose the happy electric charge I get from writing that pair of words!!!

  3. Slightly. Not as bad as post-Election Night, but that was because I also didn’t go to bed at 2:30 in the morning this time. Part of this is probably smiling all freaking day and randomly breaking into happy dances when no one was watching. Being happy is exhausting.

  4. Not too hung over, though DH had to go to bed and left moi to finish the Champagne all alone, poor moi. But I was coming down from an hours-long adrenaline rush, something my aged frame doesn’t handle well any more.
    Was your heart pounding as Obama stepped up to take the oath of office? Mine was, so much so that I wondered if I should call 911. Did you cry when he said, “So help me God”? I did, like a baby. And a little later I sang the national anthem in my big alto voice, all alone in my living room. I never felt so glad to feel like a dork. I never felt this optimistic and joyful in all my born days, at least not after a presidential swearing-in.
    I’m finding it rather easy to forget what’s-his-name, the guy with the little eyes who used to be a squatter in the Oval Office.
    Peace, V.

  5. Victoria, I sang the Anthem, too. Shoulda switched to alto sooner–damn, the soprano is high in the key the Sea Chanters sang it in! But they did sing it beautifully.
    I’m a teeny bit hung over–had to keep the alcohol to a minimum yesterday, since I had to teach last night.
    I did, however, wear an evening gown to my class, telling my students that if I couldn’t be in D.C., I was bloody well going to have my own inaugural ball. And I looked *good*, if I do say so myself…

  6. Be Drunken, Always. That is the point; nothing else matters. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weigh you down and crush you to the earth, be drunken continually.
    Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you please. But be drunken.
    And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace, or on the green grass in a ditch, or in the dreary solitude of your own room, you should awaken and find the drunkenness half or entirely gone, ask of the wind, of the wave, of the star, of the bird, of the clock, of all that flies, of all that speaks, ask what hour it is; and wind, wave, star, bird, or clock will answer you: “It is the hour to be drunken! Be Drunken, if you would not be the martyred slaves of Time; be drunken continually! With wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you please.”

    – Charles Baudelaire, descibing why the Crack Van always smells so rank

  7. Was going to but got on such a high working in the community on Monday and watching everything on Tuesday that I went home and kept on working around the house and forgot to open the wine. Slept the sleep of the just and hard working and kept the momentum today. Now I’m thinking it might be time to start evangelizing the non-believers that Obama is the definite choice for 2012.

  8. Not hung over, but Betts popped a bottle of bubbly at the end of Obama’s speech.
    I spent the day and night crying for joy.
    (sorry about missing the Crack Van, but I have a pinched nerve in my back and typing hurts.)

  9. Amateurs… We drank champagne (even the children got a small glass). We toasted a brighter future — oh, happy, happy day!

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