Election night is always kinda insane, and last night was no exception. I spent the whole time as one of our live crews at the democratic party - or the "Democratic Victory Party," as they named it.

Here's how my day unfolded.



I got to work, and everyone met in the big soundstage room to go over our election coverage plan. As soon as the meeting was over, we all grabbed our boxed lunches and headed off to our assignments.



Wilson and I arrived at the Democratic Victory Party (six hours before the party began) and got to schmoozing with the candidates.

We had two crews at the event: one team to cover the podium and do most of the live shots, the other team is the "roving team" - that was us. We basically went everywhere around the place doing interviews and live shots.



I made use of our station's most cherished little gadget: The Digital Stinger. I call it the jetpack (since it makes me feel like Boba Fett). With this thing, we can go live from anywhere and not worry about cables. It's really handy, since we can grab live interviews and pictures with anyone, anywhere in the area at a moment's notice.

And, did I mention it looks like a jetpack-thing?



Here's a shot of me saying, "I ain't 'fraid of no ghost!" - as radiation slowly seeps into the back of my head from the giant antenna.



The night was pretty tame for a while. I ran around doing live shots, and when I had any spare time I would run over to my wifi laptop and check out CNN and Lost Remote for the latest updates.

Eventually things started to get a little out-of-hand, for a dorky election night convention. Here's a sequence of events:



People were drinking (a lot). And, there was a house DJ.
Seriously.
He would mostly keep playing the theme to "Rocky" or Survivor's "Eye of the Tiger" whenever a candidate marched onto stage. But, as the night went on, he started mixing all kinds of weird music (as all kinds of weird people had more mixed drinks).



I kept close eye on the ceremonial balloons hanging all over the ceiling. They looked like trouble.



Even before the balloons came down, there were tons of little kids running around all crazy, and dancing in people's live shots.



And, when the balloons finally came down...people went apeshit.



It was as if no one had ever seen a fucking balloon before. "Gahh! Balloon! I Like Balloon!" Some people were stomping on them. Some people were rolling around and dancing in them. And, other people terrorized the TV news crews.



Here's a close-up of KATU's reporter getting repeatedly bonked in the back of the head by balloons on live TV.

I could've watched that all night long (but instead I'll be watching CNN).