I was only somewhat social during the big Christmas party last night. In part it was that I missed having Margie around (though she was feeling much better and holding court in bed from the back room with various well-wishers and party-goers), part of it was that I was still dog-tired from my own recovery from the creeping crud.
I spent a fair amount of time sitting in the back patio, where it was relatively cool, I could sort of enjoy the murmur of the party without having to actually socialize. (“Yes, I am feeling better today. Margie broke her ankle slipping on snow. Yes, a shame she came down with the stomach bug. Yes, we love living in Denver.”)
Which is why I got to overhear a set of party-attenders chatting by the back door. I was torn over whether I should go over and call them out as idiots, but decided (a) it wasn’t my house, (b) it wasn’t going to make any difference, and (c) I really was dog-tired.
So I got to listen to …
- “It looks like they got the 60th vote for the bill.” “Oh, that’s just so awful.”
- “I listen to Rush and Glenn Beck when I drive my car. They’re great.”
- “Glenn was on Jay Leno the other night.”
- Various nattering about how the Tiger Woods thing was so “disgusting.”
- “Well, you know, with the health bill, they just want it passed so it’s a feather in Obama’s cap. And none of it takes effect until he’s out of office, so he’s leaving the mess for the next president.”
Ah, the joys of Orange County …
UPDATE: Nothing personal against the many in Orange County who don’t think Rush and Glenn are “great.”