Ach. No, my head doesn’t hurt. But someone for the love of Durga tell me why I have to have my Woman’s Friend (the bitch) on election night. Yes, I’m so blue I bleed for democracy.

So what did I learn, on my first night of officially being part of the Beltway Cocktail Party circuit? Money. It’s all about money. And free food. People here seem to equate power with how much food and drink, and how fancy, an organization can provide. Good liberal groups I like: good but not fancy fare. Slick insider/media organizations I hate: chi-chi all the way. Gay people: fabulous, as always. But again with the money. You could hear what wasn’t spoken out of a sense of being polite, as if it were shouted. Everyone was thinking about the new alignments of money; who’s asking for it, who’s giving it away, and who gets to spend it.  Read more