At 10 p.m., the exit poll says a majority of 86 and the whole room erupts; everyone is punching the air, banging the tables, the hedgies are ringing their pilots, telling them to switch off the engines of their jets. The pure and chemical thrill of it races through the room as fast as a narcotic running through veins. The waiters look on, amazed at the general hysteria. At 10:24, H texts Dave: ‘OMG!’
