All-American Evening

Eric is away tonight, at a party where several men are celebrating the fact that someone they know (a woman, incidentally) owns and will allow them to play with a Nintendo Wii. So I'm here alone, eating macaroni and cheese with ketchup and drinking beer. And listening to Bryan Adams. Who is technically Canadian, though I can think of few things more American (or consoling, after the day I've had) than a guy singing in a gravelly voice about his lost youth.