I didn’t want to even think about it before yesterday, but now I can face the truth: I don’t know if I would want to live in a county and state that would elect Susan Hutchison and overturn domestic partnership rights. Shudder.

I’m glad I-1033 went down hard too, of course, but I just couldn’t manage to get excited about budget issues. I know it was a really important vote, but it kind of put me to sleep. I need some red meat, so to speak, something juicy to chew on.

The Constantine-Hutchison race was certainly that. I had a great time reading all the gossip over on The Stranger’s The Slog (which I think is a horrible name for a blog, but that’s a different subject). The story itself is pretty much fluff about how dumb Hutchison is, but the comments are a lot of fun. Then there was the whole religion/Discover Institute angle to the election. When I heard this morning that Hutchison had refused to concede, I wasn’t surprised—if you can deny evolution, you must be able to live in an alternate reality without trouble. Ultimately, I guess God, in His infinite wisdom, didn’t want her to win this election.

I have to share a snippet from the Times article linked above. It’s simply too good not to reprint here:

"Later, as a dark techno tune began to play, one worker dove into the DJ's chair, declaring the music "too ominous!" It was replaced with the ever-bubbly "Celebrate" by KC and the Sunshine Band. [Actually, the song is called “Celebration,” but we’ll let that go.] A troupe of red-shirted King County Young Republicans got into the spirit of the song, hopping on stage for a group photo. "Party Right!" their shirts read on their fronts, as some bobbed in time to the tune. They were giving celebration a good try, victory or not."

Oh, those crazy Young Republicans, bobbing in time to a song that was huge in 1980. Man, I miss disco.

Speaking of the Bee Gees, Mike McGinn and Joe Mallahan are both “Stayin’ Alive” in the mayor’s race. I’m still not even sure who to root for on this one. I predicted that Mallahan would win in our Fuse election pool—the kiss of death, as I suck at pools—but McGinn is from my neighborhood (Greenwood), so I’ve got to root for the local boy. Maybe the viaduct will crumble before they announce a winner, so we don’t have to argue about it for another five years. I’m so sick of the viaduct issue that I could punch an unstable support column.

(By the way, if you haven’t seen the viaduct disaster video that WSDOT coincidentally released just before the election, you gotta check it out. It will freak the hell out of you. Someone send it to the Obama administration and FEMA—that should free up some federal money right quick.)

I hear there was quite an election-party-hopping scene last night in Seattle. Wish I could have been there, but I’m too old for that stuff. True story: On Election Night last fall (exactly one year ago!) I wound up at a quiet bar in Greenwood, nodding off after a long day of phone-banking at the campaign headquarters. I am very bitter that I missed the rockin’ outdoor party on Broadway. Sigh.

Well, I have to go shoo some kids off my lawn. When time does the World Series game start tonight?