The beloved UTNE Reader rented out an entire brewery last night, and your Wonkette joined many other media dorks for fun and hijinx. Here’s UTNE web boss Bennett Gordon, a bunch of people, some guy with his hand down his pants, and a blurry character who writes for Wonkette. More pix after the jump.
UTNE editor-king David Schimke, the aforementioned Bennett Gordon, gloomy Jim Newell and the dead ghost of Ken Layne discuss the thing they all hate: Politics.
Uh oh, drunks.
Who’s that jackass in the McCain cap? Why, that’s famous Washington blogger-writer Matthew Yglesias. First we tried to get the UTNE editors to introduce themselves to “Andrew Sullivan,” but nobody had the spine. Then we tried to get Matt to write some “constitutional crisis” thing about how Ron Paul gets the nomination if John McCain accepts by video because video is not in the Constitution, but Yglesias instead agreed to plant the story to Sullivan’s site, via Sullivan’s hapless assistant.
Editors, talking, about stuff!
And then everybody got drunk and started saying terrible things about dead people or The Pope or something. And the brewery owner literally threw us all out, the end.
But not before we met the nice people from Minnesota Public Radio’s Weekend America show, which is a good show we like to hear on the car radio, on weekends! Here’s your editor with MPR producers Marc Sanchez and Angela Kim, who had a wonderful idea.
“You say we should go to a fancy scotch bar at the St. Paul Hotel and drink with Republican mayors??!!”
Here we are with the actual mayor of Tempe, Arizona: Mayor Hugh Hallman! We drank fancy booze and jabbered about the politics and all the various weird places we lived in Central Asia and Central Europe and the Balkans and Phoenix, the end. Thanks for a fun time, pals!
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Ken looks like he’s about to kill in the last picture
When the fuck do I get to meet you Ken? For fuck sake. As soon as you go back home to the Owens I will be waiting with a shotgun, a busload of bitters and a fake mustache. And yes, I am already in Bishop, awaiting the drive south.
The mayor of Tempe? Too funny.
I’m glad you’re having a bit of bipartisan fun. Booze cuts across party lines, except for Evangelicals, who drink holy water, and vegetarians, who drink fermented carrot juice.
Bob Saget is mayor of Tempe? I really underestimated him — I didn’t think he had the experience to host America’s Funniest Home Videos.
that is like the coolest looking mayor ever
Jim was actually smiling in that one picture. Is he happy because he’s going to be a father?
My read of these photos is that the guy reaching for his antique Luger used it to shoot Jim – whose shirt in your second shot is damp and pasted to his burly chest – who then stumbled against the table of drinks, spilling an admixture of blood and Grenadine-laced cocktails onto the floor.
But then Dr. “Juan” Yglesias showed up and, using psychic surgery, drew out the bullet from Jim’s manly, fur-covered torso and healed up the wound. A happy Jim sends us the classic Vulcan hand signal, “Fuck you, Democrats!” only five minutes later.
From there the festivities really took off as an adoring crowd fawned over our hero, Ken Layne, who holds court as any superstar would do, looking presidential and fixed inwardly on his lofty vision of the shining city upon a hill.
That looks like quite a happening party. So, the three of you plus the waiters and one of the Palins were there. Rockin’ it.
If I were at an UTNE Reader party at the Republican National Convention, my hand would be strategically positioned to guard “the back door” too…
Unconfirmed rumors suggest the man with the hand down the back of his pants is actually adjusting his trouser-snake, whose length, girth and capacity for independent thought is so well-developed that it must be snuck up on from behind.
Hey, Beardy McHipdude in the first pic has ‘zact same video cam that I have! Not the best quality, but a heckuva deal for $70 at Costco. I highly recommend one for folks who need a video cam, prefer a tiny one, and can’t afford quality.
Good Leonard Cohen alt text on the last picture:
I swear it happened just like this:
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It’s closing time
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can’t say much has happened since
But closing time
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there’s nothing left
But closing time
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
It’s closing time…
Ken’s beard makes me all tingly in the pants.
[re=77979]freppish[/re]: If you like game show hosts, I reckon…
Hallman looks like a boy scout and probably takes direct orders from Maricopa Co. Sheriff Joe Arpaio, unlike Phoenix Mayor Phil Gordon, who challenged Arpaio on racial profiling and then had his office FOIA’ed to death by the tin-horn tyrant…
Besides, he’s a goddamned ginger!
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