Such a gorgeous sight, to see you eat in the middle of the night

My bosses are huge republicans. Like, huge enough that they got tickets for me and my AP class to go to this huge conservative dinner where you sit with people who have American flags waving from their expensive cars. People you want to have as your best friend, basically.

I don't really want to go. I went last year and got in trouble for getting drunk.

My kids, they don't want to go. I told them to think of it as a social experiment. "Think about it," I said, "you are being invited to go to a classy dinner with everyone and everything you hate. I'm not suggesting anything, but think of it this way: What will you wear? What will your name be? Who will you be?"

"I would go but I don't have anything to wear," said the student who was Boy George for Halloween.

I thought of the drama costume room.
"Oh," I said, nodding my head, "I am sure we can fix you up with something."