Election Day has come and gone and I’m trying very hard to be hateful for you today. I’m unseasonably upbeat because the mood in DC is one of general relief that the election is finally over. The city is living the last days of the Bush Era, for better or for worse. I won’t pass judgment on President Bush or his politics. That’s not the purpose of this blog. I’m just saying Bush will soon fade into the recesses of American history, and that must bring comfort to those who’ve despised him for eight years as well as respite for the die-hard (and semi fucked in the head) Bushies who so steadfastly defended him. So yeah, totally not passing judgment. We don’t do that here at Why I Hate DC.
Anywho… It may surprise you that on election night I attended the main RNC festivities downtown at the Capital Hilton. Just for a little bit. Don’t ask me how I got the tickets, or why I chose to go. I’m not entirely sure actually. It was the first time I’ve been to that sort of thing… and it goes straight to the top of my Did Once And Never Do Again List.
Now I know what you’re thinking. I could sit here and slam the abundant number of under-24 young white male goobers that made up half of the otherwise respectable crowd, but I won’t. However, I do have a message for such riff raff, and it applies to both young Republicans and young Democrats: Guys, you are not the next Karl Rove. Stop repeating what the television pundits say right after they say it and stop acting like it’s your original thought. It’s annoying.
Actually more annoying than that was discovering the RNC only had cash bars. No open bars! Since when did the Republican Party get so cheap?? Damn.
Actually, the MOST annoying thing about Election Night was my encounter with a swindling parking garage attendant across from the hotel. Looking back I should have taken a cab, but I parked because I drove from Annandale (eh hem) and the “victory party” was en route. Why is it that parking garage attendants think they can scam you into paying twice as much as what’s listed on the VERY LARGE SIGN OUT FRONT? And why do they always pretend to be surprised that its there after I demonstrate that I'm capable of reading it and pointing? I know I’m not alone in this experience. It happens to me way to often to be an isolated case. I just hate the feeling of handing over your car keys after arguing with them. That’s the worst part. It makes you feel like even though you won, you’ve still been suckered somehow. It's a lot like the feeling you get after Inauguration Day.