Initials used to be a public policy/international relations major in college but gave it up because he thought the people were too annoying, and consequently he gets really, really annoying and bitter when politicians don't agree with him. So we'll see how many days I can go with watching the convention without smacking the boyfriend upside the head and sending him in the corner to read a book or something.
I don't know if I'll be the funniest, or the best informed live blogger out there covering the convention, but I promise to post lots of pictures of cute shirtless guys to make up for it.
Oh, and I'll mention this upfront: I don't think I'll be live-blogging Wednesday's event. The Top Chef tour is stopping by that day, and I totally plan on seducing Dale that evening.
Because I'm a starfucker, baby. Or at least a wannabe starfucker. A B-list cable reality show star fucker. (I gotta start somewhere.)
