I heard you guys. We are going with "The Candidate's Wife." I really do want Primo to win - I think he would be good and conscientious and Not Corrupt -
Here is one of the big differences between Primo and me:
1. He is surprised anytime a politician is discovered to be corrupt. (He was quite upset over the Donna Brazile revelations recently that the Clintons pretty much owned the Democratic party in the last election.)
2. I am surprised anytime a politician is not corrupt.
Primo is not corrupt. He is not dishonest. He is not running for ego reasons. He does think he knows what is the right thing to do, even when he is wrong, but this is not about HEY I AM PRIMO LOOK AT ME!!!
This is about his trying to effect positive change in the world.
(We don't have children and are both pretty much failures in our careers, so this is his last gasp, he thinks.)
He had a fundraiser for another candidate at our house the other day. He told me that I would not have to do anything at all to prepare for it or clean up after and that I did not even need to be in the house when it happened.
I tried - trust me, I tried - to find someone to hang out with away from the house that evening, but man, my friend circle is small.
I came home at 4:30 - the event started at 5:30 - and the house was clean and he had the food. He had moved the chairs away from the dining room table and had set up a card table by the front door for name tags and envelopes.
In case you have never been to a political house party, the way it works is as soon as you walk in the door, you are expected to give money. Someone working on the campaign is sitting there and will hand you a contribution envelope. (I don't know if this is state or federal for the US, but at least where we live, if you donate money, you have to give your name, your address, and your employer.)
Primo had all this stuff set up but he hadn't put the food out and hadn't taken a shower, so I told him to get ready while I baked the amazing Memphis Onion Dip That Always Wins Book Club and put out the rest of the food.
I used dishes. That is, I put the store bought hummus in a white bowl, swirled it around, and poured some olive oil on it. I put the chips in a bowl. I made it look nice.
Primo said, "Oh! I would have left the hummus in the container!"
Then he said, "I love you. Thank you for helping. You know how to make things look nice."
Which was nice to hear.
People started showing up at 5:15.
And then the torture started.
Not because people were not nice - they were. They were lovely and gracious and thanked me for having them in our home and they said nice things about our house and they didn't spill red wine (or white wine) anywhere and they were perfect guests.
They were there.
In my house.
And I couldn't escape.
I suppose I could have, but it would have been kind of rude, I think, to disappear downstairs to watch TV.
OH! DID I MENTION I WAS 15 MINUTES AWAY FROM FINDING OUT WHO HAD WON THE GREAT BRITISH BAKING SHOW SEASON TWO?
Let's add this up:
1. LOVELY PEOPLE. This is not about the personalities or actions of the guests at all.
2. But. I had been at work all day. The second I got home, I started preparing for guests. Forty five minutes after I got home, people started to arrive.
3. And they stayed until 8:30.
4. Which is four straight hours of being engaged one way or another.
5. While I was dying to get downstairs to watch the rest of season 2 of The Great British Baking Show.
6. And then finish the book, "He Said/She Said," which has a killer twist ending.
Do you feel my pain? Do you understand why I was ready to explode?
And this was with nice people! Imagine how awful it would have been with people who weren't even nice.
Oh man. I want Primo to win. I want him to win without having to campaign or have me be involved in any way whatsoever.