While in the moment, when the sun is shining, when you have already kicked off your shoes and contemplated what the poor people might be doing, when the conversation is easy and the platter of nibbles tasty, when the street below is buzzing with the knowledge that summer is really here; in that moment the second bottle of champagne seems like the best idea EVER. You may even refer to yourself as a genius. However. A bit later in the day when you get home and watch Obama’s speech and find yourself sobbing from all the hope and the change and the sheer fucking awesomeness of this moment in history, and even later still when you check your phone and your inbox and find you have sub-consciously contacted a dozen people with various ineptly spelt messages of love; but perhaps most of all, the next day when you are starring bewilderingly down the barrel of eight hours in the pod; that’s when the re-think of the second bottle will perhaps seem like a much better idea.

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