"guy falls down at debate"

I apologize for my lack of consistent posting this week. It's been a little hectic. Yesterday evening, I bolted out of work a little early and headed over to the South Beach Yacht Club which sounds much fancier than it is. The San Francisco Young Democrats were holding the District 6 Supervisorial Debate and Melissa was moderating! Almost as exciting, Pollo Del Mar and I were tasked with co-hosting the live internet broadcast on SFGate with charming color commentary. Basically we were the Joan and Melissa Rivers of the evening, attempting to keep regular people watching along with the serious policy wonks who actually care about issues.

(UPDATE! You can watch the whole thing RIGHT HERE.)

Pollo, I am proud to say, is becoming a close friend of mine, and agreed to co-host with me, having no idea what the hell we'd be doing. She was great! And of course, I'm even prouder to say that my number one ho and most trusted companion was amazing, professional and relaxed.

Pollo and I intro'd the debate, did our little schticky analysis during the two breaks and wrapped it up. Melissa ran the show from inside the debate room, and Pollo and I were stuck in the foyer, behind a desk like sportscasters watching a football game from the studio. The only problem was, the debate room was packed and so all kinds of weirdos started loitering in the lobby. Worse, they thought we were the reception table. And usually they thought this during our brief segments on air.

As Pollo eventually screamed, "Sir, fives and tens of people are watching this!"

I'll post the whole shebang (it's an hour, but oh so educational) when it's ready to go up, but since I know you don't care and I know you love a good geriatric spill, here's 46 seconds of some dude asking where the bathrooms are, me screaming at him to move, him falling over off camera, Pollo have no reaction whatsoever, me freaking out and Pollo's quip of the century:

(Oh no! It's all widescreen and shit. WTF. Watch it in full glory HERE.)