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I'm reading TONITE, TONITE, TONITE here in the presence of the Great Stack. Details be here.

I will tell you more about the Great Stack very soon-- the second I regain my will to live.  It's tougher this year.  I don't know if it's because I'm married or older or pissier or ovulating or what.  At the moment, however, there is naught but mangled thesis statements and such solemn pronouncements as, "In Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen created the world's most famous heroin."

one line at a time at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com


Belmont Hangover

Saturday, June 7, 2008: The Day of Former Absolutely Sure Things.

This will be a day long remembered. It has seen the end of Clinton, and it will soon see the end of Big Brown in a starting gate.

Enjoy the breeding shed, colt colt baby.

another year, another almost-there at: mbe@drinktothelasses.com


Bachelorhood part 2

With Mary Beth in Kentucky for the next week, I'm rediscovering the elements of bachelorhood I had almost forgotten:

- Deciding whether or not to take a shower based on time available rather than if I think she'll notice

- Licking my plate without having to make sure she's not looking

- Not having someone to come home to at the end of the day

- No one to curl up with at bed time

- Talking to my girl on the phone knowing she's far away rather than at home waiting for me

The point is I'm getting a big reminder why I got married.  Bachelorhood sucks!


IAD Officially Certifies Obama As Nominee

So I was desperately trying to leave town this morning (remember last year's Johnny and his gun-getting? He’s back and he’s gun-gettier than EVAH!) and as I schlepped my 15 pounds of carry-on snacks past a D.C. themed gift shop, I noticed a woman dressing a mannequin in a tie-dyed, fully non-ironic Obama tee shirt. Oh, there was a whole Obama display, right in the heaviest traffic area: Life sized cutout, convention buttons, bobbleheads, both of his books. In hardcover.

“Did they make you wait for the final delegate count before bringing that stuff out?” I called over to her, maybe 47% kidding.

She took a dressmaker’s pin out of her mouth and pointed around the corner, where the other display area of the gift shop faced the loo. “There’s what we have left of the Hillary merchandise. Fifty percent off.” I leaned over to check: Indeed. There was the hand-lettered "CLEARANCE" sign. And most of what was on the table was the clear over-run on a bumper sticker which read, “ANYBODY BUT HILLARY ‘08.″

Harsh days, Senator. When you’ve lost Concourse B of the Dulles International Airport, you have indeed lost America.

conceding the coffee mugs at: mbe@drinktothelasses.com

Belmont Update

Only three shopping days to go!  Gimme some crap.

waiting on something awesomely inflatable at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com