The Candidate's Night

As the night wore on, I retreated further into the wine bottle, the numbers starting bad and getting worse. A commanding lead was the expected start, but it was assumed by most pundits and our own internal polling that the lead would shrink as the counting took place. But that turn around never came. It was fairly obvious by 8, but I held off, wanting to ensure the result was beyond doubt. But finally, I was forced to pull myself together, get up on stage, and pretend that this victory was watch wanted, that I was happy to have won.