After much deliberation (I was going to say ‘debate’ but that would have been over-the-top corny) I decided to watch the debate after all. Initially, I had planned on spending a nice evening with my wife who just returned from her conference, but she was exhausted. And she had good reason to be. Her flight was scheduled to leave New Orleans at 1:15 in the afternoon, but she called the night before and there was another direct flight (the only other US Airways flight from New Orleans to Philly all day) at 7:00 a.m. The US Airways representative indicated that there was plenty of room on the flight and she should have no trouble flying stand by.

Since she wanted to rush home to make sure her children were still breathing (I guess she read the post about leaving the younger in the car to nap), she awoke at an ungodly hour to get out to the airport in time. There, she was told that she had been misinformed by the phone representative–she could not fly standby since her scheduled flight was more than six hours later (the apparent limit). I have no idea if this is some federal regulation or simply a US Airways policy, but it seems completely idiotic to me. Regardless, she spent the next 6 hours and 15 minutes waiting for her actual flight in an airport that is apparently not all that grand.

Thus when she got home, she was exhausted. After dinner (we found out that our favorite neighborhood former BYOB [Hickory Lane] has decided to have a reasonable corkage fee which they wave on Mondays–score!), she headed upstairs while I clicked on the T.V. to watch the debate (I had also planned to watch a bit of the baseball game, but I really did not care about the game at all, so why fake it). I had half watched several minutes of the debate (enough to hear that we have both fewer boats and bayonets–quality info) when around 10:15, I got a text from a good friend:

“Hey, you still up?”

“Yeah.”

“Got a minute to talk?”

There have been only a few times when people have asked if I could ‘talk’. Most of those ensuing conversations were not centered on good news. Given the hour, I figured this was not a call to organize a poker game or a request to come pilfer my cellar. I was just hoping it was not a call to inform me that based on my post from a couple days ago he and his wife had decided to call Child Protective Services.

Thus, the debate was placed on hold as my friend and I chatted for a little more than an hour. Maybe I will watch the recording today, but probably not, it was not all that earth shattering to begin with since it pretty much boiled down to four words:

“You Suck!”

“You Lie!”

Having two boys at home, I pretty much get to watch that every day of the week. I did manage to have a little ‘wine’ while watching. I say ‘wine’ because, well, it sucked (‘you lie!’). I will be doing a little write-up for it in the next few days for the other site I write for: The Pennsylvania Vine Company, so I will not waste your time here, but I do have a quality pic from the debate: