We were decimated by the DJ section and the music section. Maybe next time. There was a dispute about the capital of Tennessee. Being born in Memphis, I felt sheepish that I didn't know. But I also didn't care that much, since I had already demonstrated that I didn't know anything that evening. Coming home, I did discover the Mule Capital of the World is actually in Tennessee. So that's pretty sweet.

No other big debates. I mean, we were wrong about a lot of things, but at least we were wrong together. And that's all that matters in the end. The more you know, eh?



In other news, I appear to have a plan to make it down to Charlottesville in a week. Good times ahead after President's Day!