Power to the People. You know which ones.
I didn't watch the convention last night. I forgot. I meant to, I think, at one point, but I'd been watching Bourdain's Layover series and had a hankering to try a noodle shop that I'd never been to before. It is a hole in the wall sort of place run by Koreans, and I take that it was fairly authentic given that most of the diners were Asian. The rest, of course, were hipsters. The waitresses were very nice and gave us free beers, one an IPA and the other a Miller Lite.
"It's BYOB here, and the corkage fee is a beer for the chef."
How cool. I take it the chef had no use for these beers. But they were very, very sweet and helped us through the menu. We were taking out, but the girl with the brightly died red hair and the septum ring told us it is much better to dine in. She would walk us through cooking our own food at the table. The food and the sauces were excellent, and I did not end the night with Korean Belly, so we are certainly going back. I love good soupy noodles with spicy pork and black hard boiled eggs and lots of things floating around I couldn't name.
And it was cheap!
But we started the evening with Negronis and sat down to eat with ale and then there was the mandatory worm killing whiskey and some more Bourdain so I forgot completely about the convention.
No matter. The New York Times has the highlights online. All of them. I watched some this morning. I was glad to see Al Franken again, still mumbling and stumbling his way through sentences. Why isn't he more important? I thought he would be more important by now.
Watching online, though, I will miss getting to hiss at the political commentators and their instant analysis. I like our one way arguments. I always win.
I think they should have had both conventions in Rio, though. That is what they deserve. It is a fecal mess down there. Those Brazilians have shown the world what they don't care about. Did you ever have any romantic notions when you heard the word "Brazil"?