It’s a freaking Mallamob here at the fabulous Edgewater Hotel, where the SECB finds a chic and sweating pro-Mallahands crowd!

The party is crammed to its crannies with hopeful faces and flawless suits and expensive eyewear! The room is a sweating, heaving mass. Everyone who isn’t a bit grey at the temples is texting, bored in a corner, the smell of middle-aged urban MONEY fills the air!

We haven’t yet caught sight of the million-dollar man of the hour just yet (it's already 8:30! results are 15 minutes late! we're waiting...waiting...WAITING for him to appear and say something), but we ran into his beard wife near the elevator (where the lighting was simply ghastly, darling, sorry, no video!) and all we can say is this: lovely lady. Just charming. Didn’t seem go overboard on dressing for the evening, I mean, for a zillionaire would-be-mayor's wife. Also, she likes cake. As she was eating cake. Delicious cake! And she was obviously was enjoying it very much...WAIT! IT'S THE MAN! HIMSELF!

"Well, we spared no expense on the room....huh?

"Its a Seattle tradition, never have any blowout campaigns....it's prolly gonna be several days before we know....but thank you for your support...blah blah blah....this thing is far from over...and I'll see you all tomorrow in Miami for the recount...ha, ha, ha...blah blah blah...

And the room is still sweating and expensive looking. And sweating...and sweating...

And it's clear that this is neither a concession speech or a victory speech...Yawn...

Time for (another) drink...