And the winner is...

It was the battle of 5th Street last night as I (in my capacity as media representative) attended both the Republican and Democrat election night parties. It was easy to bounce between them -- I've been on zip lines that are longer than the distance between the ballrooms in the Convention Center and the Marriott. We all know who won the elected offices, but here's the rundown on the really important issues.

Media Coverage: Republicans As you might expect, there was a ton of media in both places. 5th Street was packed with satellite trucks from all over the state. We broadcasted from only the Republican HQ, so that would normally give the GOP this category in a landslide. Virtually everyone had a reporter on each side -- but it was clear that most of the male reporters were in the Democrat room, while the female reporters/news bunnies were with the Republicans. An added bonus was being able to check out the assets you don't see on TV.

Music: Democrats The GOP, predictably, played a ton of country during the afternoon. Not exactly my style. Later in the night they switched to the usual selection of cheesy party music for the over-50 crowd, and -- worst of all -- played the same songs over and over again. The Democrats' music was louder and much better.

Food: Democrats No contest. The Dems had a modest spread of munchies, but the Republicans had nothing. Literally. Not a crumb to be found.

Drinks: Republicans The Dems had a good idea, putting the bar outside the actual ballroom so as to hit people before they got in. But that was their only bar, which made it difficult to get a refill once you were in and amongst the crowd. The Republicans had two bars, on either side of the ballroom, and seemed to have a larger selection of truly overpriced beer and wine.

Women: Republicans This surprised me. I figured that the Democrats would attract a younger, better looking crowd, but I was way off. You could not turn around in the Republican room without walking into a group of hot females. The staff was all good looking, and then when the general public started to arrive, forget about it. My friend Chris and I observed that we are in the wrong business and should become politicians immediately. I offered to become a political consultant and poll the electorate. At the very least, we are going to start a political reporting radio station and exclusively cover events like this.

So aside from risking starvation, the Republican party was the place to be. From our broadcast position, we could see the large balloons. And I found out that I'm the same height as Jerry Kilgore, since I was the only person in the room who was tall enough to stand in for him at the podium while they adjusted the lights. Now, to find out where the Republican chicks go for the post-parties...