We just had an enjoyable night shouting at the weird smiley cranky man on TV. I was sorry to hear about those damn community organizers and how they’re destroying the fabric of democracy, but maybe it isn’t as bad as all that — apparently the cranky man loved the community organizers before he abhored them (Thanks, Boing Boing!).
I’m traveling on Election Night, and Mrs. Unfocused is … displeased with me. We have spent four presidential election nights together; this would have been the fifth, and the first where we were really enthusiastic about the candidate that might actually win. She is very, very displeased with me.
So she’s told me to tell you that you’re all invited over to watch the returns on November 4, while I’m out of town. We have a few nice bottles of wine we’ve been saving for special occasions; she’s going to break them out, win or lose (it’s possible we opened one of these evening already, and may even have almost finished it). Also, she’s an excellent cook, so you can look forward to lovely hors d’oeuvres — probably all of my favorites, including the bacon-wrapped dates. Damn, those are good. Enjoy. I’ll probably call in a couple of times during the evening, but she won’t stay on the phone long with guests in the house.
The Unfocused Life 
Count me in! Though I’ll pass on the bacon.
Sounds Good to me! I don’t drink wine so maybe there will be some left for you when you come back.
So Freshhell, you can have Mike’s wine, and Mike, you can have Freshhell’s bacon. Sounds like a perfect party.