State'a Th'Union address. Get t'sit in a room full've old men'n'women, an' listen t'Jesus go on about how he's gonna fix everythin'. An' the same ol' bastards askin' why he don't just do it already.
Enough t'need a drink, in my book. But aye, f'you can make your way t'DC, th' Continental, probably 'bout eleven? We'll be there.