On Friday night, I was dragged out to watch the debate, against my sleepy wishes. Honestly, I'd hoped to DVR it and snooze my Friday night away. Don't I sound like barrels of fun? I figured I'd enjoy it more with a fast forward button anyway.
But I went. I blame her (hi Amy). And Ben.
I sucked up my overtired, lackadaisical self and schlepped uptown. Admittedly, it helped that I was dragged to a wine bar to watch the debacle. Or did it?
It was tons of fun.
At least, what I remember of it.
Er, maybe not such a good idea, though, since after the 4th bottle of red wine (split amongst four of us), I started ranting against both candidates. Loudly. In the middle of a very partisan audience. I don't know if it was my equally drunk friends who kept me from getting beat to a pulp, or my ever-reliable dimples.
After that, I moved on to beer. It seemed safer.
About the time I woke up and sobered up (around 10am this morning, I think), the bottom fell out of the market, as we all know, and now I've thrown in the towel (or the blanket, as it were). We are living in an interesting world, darn it.
Since there's no telling where we will find ourselves tomorrow, I'm working through the wine and the yarn and we're focused on getting silly.
-778? I'm thanking my lucky sea-silk I never stuck a cent in that 401K that the Company kept waving in my face. From now on, I'm investing in wool. And tequila.