Oh well. I might have voted for Ron Paul if he hadn't suggested it. Don't underestimate the power of the spite vote.
In other news, Team Ramrod finally won a game tonight! We defeated the fifth-place
Later at the Page, I celebrated by drinking a Cement Mixer. That's shot of lime juice and a shot of Baileys, swished around in the mouth as it curdles. The texture is revolting, but the aftertaste is like key lime pie. It was the first shot I'd ever tried, and Bill recorded the whole ceremony on video.
Actually, I found that cement mixer video disturbing to watch. Looking at my own moon face and spindle-fingers, I saw one of the last people I would ever want to sleep with. I'm not sure what that means, but it was a sobering thought. Even for someone with a belly full of Irish cream.