Stump the American! It's everybody's favorite game.

Things I should know off the top of my head, but don't, as proven in today's discussions with my Canadian friends:

Q: How does the electoral college work, besides relating to each state's population?
(My) A: It has to do with the population of each state (mumble in English); it's hard to explain in French.

Q: Who's running for Senator in Texas?
(My) A: I don't remember.

Q: What does GOP stand for?
(My) A: It's a presidential acronym.

Q: I heard most people in the US don't vote for Senator -- why?
(My) A: Because we're lazy. It's hard to remember who stands for what. You saw my ballot--there are lots of people on it.

I'm sure you knew all the answers to these questions, but my right to vote should probably be revoked. I'm a little embarrassed of my lack of political knowledge.

Even so, Pascale (female friend, different from male friend Paskal, who was sent off to shoot a movie on a tropical island)--anyway, Pascale has invited me out tonight to a Presidential DrinkAThon. The theory is that you have a beer every time "your" candidate wins a state. I've proven today that I don't know much about politics, but I do know how many states there are. (Too bad no one asked.) A DrinkAThon is a terrible idea. No further questions.
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Update: Pascale has convinced me to go out. It's not every day someone uses this old trick on me: "But Sarah, you have to come out. It'll be a historic night in Montreal -- bigger than when we won the Stanley Cup." That Stanley Cup gets me every time. HOWEVER, to keep tonight safe, I may just tell people I voted for Nader. Go, Nader!