Last night two local Hillary Clinton supporters, one Obama supporter who said she had guilt feelings about not voting for Clinton in the New York Primary, and I sat in the Santa Fe Grill on Seventh Avenue. From a distance, we saw Clinton on the bar’s television in her bright red suit looking positively radiant. The set was on mute.

"Omigod, she won," one of my friends said. "I’m SO excited."

No one at the almost empty bar seemed to be reacting to the scene in Ohio. I called Hepcat to find out what was going on. He didn’t have the TV on either. I told him to turn it on.

"She definitely won. She wouldn’t be looking that happy if she didn’t win," my friend said.

I reminded them that the Texas primary is tricky. She could win the popular vote but still get less delegates if she didn’t win liberal counties like Austen, at the caucusesI told them.

"But it looks like she won," she said. None of us were wearing our reading glasses so we couldn’t read the informative text on the screen.

"I think she’s going to pick Obama as her running mate," the other Hillary supporter said.

"Really?" I said skeptically.

"Definitely," she said with certainty. "They’ll be an incredibly strong team. If you campaign for Hillary I want to do it with you," she told the other Hillary supporter at the table.

I couldn’t help but feel proud and happy for Hillary. She really managed to pull these primaries out of the bag.

What stamina, what strength, what an ability to bounce back from adversity. It’s pretty impresive if you think about it.

"The pundits were wrong once again," I said as we left the restaurant.

"Yup," someone said as we walked out into the light rain.