At this point I think it’s been fairly well-documented that I want to crown Sarah Palin as prom queen and then dump a bucket of moose blood over her at the Vice Presidential debate.
Fortunately, I don’t have to watch alone tonight. Brian is going to be home late, and I was worried that if I spent 45 minutes watching the debate by myself, I’d bite my pants in half and drink all the bourbon. Luckily I found a local town where they’re showing it in a movie theatre. A movie theater! Full of similarly tweaked-out liberals! What could go wrong?
I’ll let you know what happens.