OK, confession to make: Last week I learned the hard way that cold beer and political melodrama do not mix never good when you startle yourself awake somewhere in the middle of Act III and go, "Wait, who's that guy?" So painful, with the rewinding of the TiVo and the rubbing of the eyes. This week, I'm kicking back with a tall glass of fruit punch, ready to try again. And what do I get for my teetotaling troubles? One of those episodes that gives me a deep-down lump in my gut, wondering if the state of affairs in Washington is really this close to the tribal shenanigans on Survivor. (Speaking of which, did anybody else think the woman playing Alan Arkin's wife looked like the oddly conservative older sister of Gitanos' most annoying castaway, fire dancer Courtney?) I'm particularly disturbed by the montage of Mac and Templeton taking turns courting the same senators for votes and if I have this much trouble watching the scheme-and-bargain routine on fake Capitol Hill, you can imagine why I've got no stomach at all for C-SPAN. And while LadyPrez manages to get her old pal confirmed as attorney general, it appears to come at a price is it just me, or is the VP acting a little fishy? I wouldn't be surprised to see Keaton do the ol' allegiance switcheroo, à la everybody ever on 24. Luckily for our heroine, things are at least running a bit smoother on the home front: First hubby's laying low and growing some manly stubble, the first twins have apparently been shipped off to reform school (seriously, did I miss where they were all hour?), and first mom's sneaking out at night for some AARP-style nooky. That last one's disconcerting, sure, but nothing WonderMac can't handle.
On a side note, I'm still finding Mark-Paul Gosselaar woefully underused and I think his scene-stealing tirade about the effectiveness of the phrase "shot an 82-year-old grandmother in the face" only helps prove my point. Let's get this kid his own show, posthaste.