So I came home this afternoon, and as I walked into my apartment building I found the following posted next to the elevator:
“Reception for (some guy whose name I can’t remember),
candidate for (some judicial position)
candidate for (some judicial position)
5-7 pm tonight
On the rooftop of No.10 Main
Free beer and wine will be provided”
Needless to say, I couldn’t give two flying shits about meeting this guy… but since he said the magic words, I’ll go up there and drink his free beer. I don’t feel an ounce of guilt about doing this either.