Watching the Dermocrats Debate

I've had a hard time watching the debates.  There have been so many of them.  But I answered a call on my cell phone that put a different spin on things. 

TBG and I were on the couch, watching HBO's John Adams while digesting lunch.  My purse was on the coffee table, my phone was in my purse, the volume was up, and we both heard it ring.  This unusual confluence of events caused me to swipe to take the call, even though the number was unknown to me.

It was just a reflex.  

Ray was on the other end of the phone, calling from Mike Bloomberg's campaign, wondering if I wanted to attend a Debate Watch Party at Gentle Ben's on Wednesday night.

"Will you be feeding us?" 

"Oh, Suzi, there's always food!"

I signed up, knowing that my friends who are making ads for his campaign will probably be there, enjoying the fact that "the event will happen, even though we don't know that Mike will be on the stage.  

We're committed to supporting the nominee, whoever it is," he went on, talking about the "opportunity for Democrats to get together" as if it were a natural thing to do.  Would that that were the case, I thought, and then smiled at the notion of doing something to make it so.

The DNC is in total disarray; don't get me started on the mess to come in Nevada's caucuses.  But a gathering of like-minded people who are invested in the process and whose differences are really only at the margins sounded like fun.

Plus, there would be food.

Because Bloomberg knows technology better than anyone else running (except, perhaps, for Trump's minions), by the time I put my phone back in my purse Lenore the Lenovo showed me an email, thanking me, by name, for signing up, and ending with this:

Validated parking for the event will be in the U of A Tyndall Garage 

Food, drink, and parking? It seems that I will be happily helping Mike spend his money all the way to November 3rd.