Turn Up the Volume!
Surf's Up, Mr. President...
I'm popping open the Dom. And yes, I still want to take your phone calls and post your thoughts. Feel free to call me, if you don't mind me being slightly smashed.
UPDATE: I went downtown to celebrate... pretty rowdy for lil' Santa Cruz! And I wanted to kiss strangers, but some guy tried to high five me and smashed my little finger so hard it is... sprained. Gigantic. I am sitting here in ice typing with one hand. I guess I'll call it a night... more tomorrow from my bandaged headquarters. It's been such a great day hearing from everybody... MWAH!
8:00 PM: The TV dudes just called it. As promised, I tore off my clothes and ran out on the front porch and screamed my head off.
Melvin in Pittsburgh says it's like the World Series, your birthday, and New Years all at once:
Goin' crazy in Portland ME:
Peter Throckmorton heartily approves of my nudity even though he can hardly see through his tears:
Kat Sunlove has her mind blown:
Downtown Donna reminds me what a long strange trip it's been:
CS Lewiston is fanning himself:
Jackson is still holding his breath for Prop 8:
Sandy Stone wants to hear how how I sound slightly smashed:
John D'Addario is tearing the roof off the mothersucker in NOLA:
Elvira, New York is ecstatic:
Camille and John don't realize I'm opening up THEIR bottle of Dom they left here:
Douglas has a ONE NIGHT ONLY special on Sarah Palin's brassieres:
