Tonight's the night

It's finally come, the night of the kitsch-zombies, the Eurovision Song Contest! Somehow, don't ask me how, I have convinced DrBob that we need to watch this from a pub in Munich. It's been a long hard struggle to get my Eurovision obsession recognized. For years I've watched it scrunched up in the blue chair (okay, just pretend that one's blue), scooted up close to our miniscule TV set, all alone and giggling madly. That's how I spent thursday evening, but never again. It's time for me to be among my people.