avenue q is doing a run in philly, and some of us went to check out the greatness. some of the broadway cast is here, including the people performing the leads (princeton and kate monster), so except for the fact that we had nosebleed seats it was a pretty sweet time. muppet sex! also, as i continue to think about the sentiment that the more you ruv someone, the more you want to kill them, the more i think it's absolutely correct.

melissa headed home, and the rest of us situated ourselves in a pub and watched obama and clinton slug it out for delegates and made fun of the latter-day saints. does anyone else have the sinking feeling that if clinton gets the nomination it's going to be mccain who takes the prize? these were the terrible thoughts that wondered through my head after a couple of beers. i was making small talk with one of my clients the other day, a young, middle-class white guy who told me, conspiratorially, that he "really hopes we don't get a black president" -- this in philadelphia, pennsylvania, USA, in the year of our lord 2008. i despair, gently. also: if you advertise that you have leffe on tap, you should please either have leffe on tap, or let me know before you bring it to me in a bottle. thank you.