Saturday night found me working a political booth for…wait for it…Mike Lee. I know, how could you possibly have seen that one coming?
I was actually enjoying myself – chatting with another awesome campaign member, hobnobbing with the enemy camps (they were actually all very friendly), discussing crazy right wing conspiracy theories – I’m tellin’ ya, it was good times.
Alas and alack, with a few more hours to go until it was time to pack up, I was starting to feel a bit hungry. We all were. Maybe a lot hungry. Ravenous, even.
There we sat, damsels in distress, until, through the mists of the crowds, we saw him – our knight in shining armor. To be sure, a very handsome dark knight strode up to our table and provided a solution to our woes. A terrible, delicious solution.
Nathan Osmond told us to steal some chocolate cake from the banquet room next door.
And we did.