the best we could do

Sadly, the Democratic Victory Party at the Big Texan turned out to be something of a dud. Not the "Democratic Victory" part . . . at this writing, it looks like Democrats would have some victories to celebrate, if they only knew about them.

If they only knew about them.

There's the rub. The local Dems promised a "watch party" at the Big Texan-- but forgot to ask if they'd be able to watch the results. Turns out the Big Texan doesn't have cable, so we winded up watching House -- not The House -- with the local-only results scrolling across the bottom of the screen.

We at PTS promised liveblogging-- but we did ask if the Big Texan could provide wi-fi. They told us "yeah, sure," and so we brought our laptops. Turns out the venerable restaurant bald-faced lied to us: their wi-fi "wasn't working...uh, sorry, dude."

So, here's the best we can do. Our semi-live blogging. A few pics:



Prodigal Son's parents.

What we were promised by the Big Texan.

What we got . . .