First-hand report from the GOP President’s Dinner fundraiser the other night:
Arlen Specter shakes my hand, doesn’t even look me in the eye, and then says “Where’s the whiskey!” Sen. Grassley’s grandson was there and apparently asked a girl from Rep. Tancredo’s office “think they’ll card me if i ask for a jim and coke?” You know the one, longish hair, scruffy tryin-to-look-jockish bear, and that dazed stoner look.
Anyone else go? Pictures would be appreciated, of course, but we’re not picky.
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