I spent last night amongst “the enemy,” red-blooded, real Republicans, who were gathered in bars in St. Paul watching the headlining show. At upscale steakhouse Kincaid’s in downtown St. Paul, I sipped from a martini and slurped oysters and tried my best to fit in even though I was not at all dressed appropriately. I had come from the AntiWar March and figured for that occasion, I should wear comfortable clothes and look like a regular person, lest I get arrested. I gave up on the protesters, who were still having a sit down when I left (they later got arrested), and because the apartment where I was staying was literally at the end of the street that was being blocked by the protest, I had to walk all the way into downtown. This meant, basically, I looked like a scummy lefty dirtbag. One thing I’ll say about the Republicans: They are always dressed nice. Some aren’t necessarily stylish, but the men are always looking pretty sharp in suits. It made you almost want to try it (the men and dressing up) out for size.