An American Tradition

I don't recall exactly when or why the tradition began, but I do know that for years and years now, Sean and I have observed major political events--every State of the Union, elections of all varieties (primaries, presidential, state, local), and even state funerals (with no disrespect meant to President Ford)--by having cupcakes, chips-n-guacamole, and beer. I think we started with blue-frosted cupcakes and soon came to the obvious conclusion that we needed to cut sweet with salt. And we have beer because, well, we like beer and it makes watching the likes of George W. Bush slightly more bearable. In less than an hour, the Democratic debate is set to begin. I've been frosting cupcakes to the music of the South Carolina State marching band (not unlike Kramer and Newman stringing sausages around Jerry's kitchen) and becoming more and more giddy with every "Hah! Hah!" that comes from Chris Matthew's mouth. Chris is giddy, too. We should ALL be giddy, for this marks the official beginning of the race to take back the White House. And we should certainly all have cupcakes to celebrate. Because that, THAT, is the American way.

I am thinking that I need to add another snack to our repertoire for this go-around. Something with a bit of oomph. Something that can be safely thrown at the television when the next RNC comes around.