Tonight I'm going to a meeting of Obama supporters in London. At this point I don't intend to take up the cross and follow him the way I did for Howard Dean; I just don't have time in my life these days to be an apostle. Plus there's that distance thing. Not sure how many house parties or special events I could organize over here.
But it will be fun to get back in the groove again. I had a lot of fun working on the Dean campaign. One day I'll tell my grandchildren all about how we lost the governor and then got drunk on tequila shots. But not till they're old enough to hear swear words.
If you're in London and want to go, it's on Marylebone High Street, right across from the flat where we lived when I first moved here. My old stomping grounds. I can't guarantee that there'll be tequila shots, but there might be some nice swear words.
