I’m sitting at lunch with a co-worker at a small Indian restaurant on K Street, home to Washington’s Non-Elected Power Elite, when my co-worker’s BlackBerry starts vibrating.
“OH MY GOD!” she yelled. “Rumsfeld’s resigning!”
The entire restaurant starts to buzz. The street outside is already starting to buzz. I picked up my phone to call my next-door neighbor, who watched the election results with me last night, while my co-worker tries to call her dad. Neither of us can make the call because all cell phone circuits are busy.
To say that Washington, D.C., the bluest of America’s Blue Cities, is going crazy right now is an understatement.