As I leave, people are still trickling in. Someone in the foyer is telling their friend that their roommate wanted to vote together and she had to make up an excuse. I glance back and see rent freeze dancing with Austin Powers, while Jet2 holiday is still talking to her friend. Tylenol is nowhere to be seen.
Someone dressed as Curtis Sliwa, I’m told, was announced as the costume party winner later on in the night. She wore a red leather dress and beret, and held a pill box that had “THC” and “Crohn’s” scribbled across it in sharpie.
In the last few days of the mayoral race, Mamdani has been busier than ever, campaigning well into the night. Yesterday he met with senior citizens in Fort Greene, addressed canvassers in Bedford-Stuyvesant, and held a late-night news conference in Queens. In between stops, he made the time to appear on Track Star, a viral social media show where guests listen to musical clips and have to guess the artist. Then, while his young canvassers were partying in costume, he was visiting nurses and bus operators in the city working on the night shift.
Emily Gringorten.
“We ended the night on Diversity Plaza with a promise: my administration will fight just as hard for the New Yorkers who keep our city running while most of us sleep,” Mamdani posted on X at 2:40 a.m.
I ask Camelia as I get to the stairs what she’d do if he made an appearance.
“I would tell him good luck,” she says, “Next time I see you, you’re going to be the mayor of NYC.”
