I just got back from my dinner with Sarah Palin. Everything is more expensive in Alaska and dinner with unemployed drifters is no different. When I got there in my new Levi's it looked more like a tea party than a dinner, but once I sat down, things started looking up. The appetizer was sour grapes in whine sauce. This was followed by Russian Peasant soup which you could smell from Canada. The main course was crow which was eaten with zest. And for dessert, Half-baked Alaska of course. After dinner we danced the Bristol Stomp and then I left. Not worth the price.