There Was No Escaping Last Night's Debate, Even at 40,000 Feet
It was hard to avoid last night's debate—my quick cab ride home quickly turned into an angry monologue starring my driver. And I wasn't the only one thrown into the match in a slightly unexpected space.
What is usually a blissful disconnect from the real world turned into an in-flight debate watching party on a Virgin America flight to San Francisco last night.
There's no word on any festivities or disruptions during the unofficial viewing party, but I'd love to know how many cocktails were purchased on that flight.