Constant Readers,
I'm still here at this California Democratic Party convention. This morning, the masturbation continues as each Regional Director gives out a volunteer of the year award. There are 21 of them. This is not helping my hangover.
We had a party in the suite I'm staying in with Beth and the Brians. No police were called this year (I'm still convinced it was Migden who ratted us out last year) but we had a fun time mostly owing to Brian's thoughtful and well-stocked traveling bar. This morning, we poured out all the cups that were half-full of something red that smells like vodka, and laughed at how civilized these guys are for bringing brie and crackers to go with the tequila and lemonade.
While I wait here for something interesting to happen (at this point, I'm praying for a bomb scare), let me tell you a little bit about yesterday after the Region 4 Director vote. No tacos were to be found, so I went into the main hall and set up shop at the press area. Harvey Milk's nephew and Anne Kronenberg were giving an awkward joint speech about how great democrats are. Or something.
Then they showed videos submitted by candidates who are running for Insurance Commissioner, Attorney General, School Superintendent and some other stuff. These were interesting mostly because some of them were so awesomely bad. Why it's important that an insurance commissioner "put America first" is beyond me.
Oh, and in Kamala Harris' Attorney General video, there's a scene where Board President David Chiu says Harris is a fierce fighter "for public safety, civil rights, and domestic violence." Heheh. Really?
Then Nancy Pelosi spoke while wearing a lime green suit the likes of which I've never seen in retail. She was greeted like a rock star and said the predictable stuff about health care, the economy and Iraq. Honestly, every speech here is interchangeable. Just say the word "Obama" and you automatically get a standing ovation. That's the rule here.
Around the end of Pelosi's speech, I got a text message from Beth saying she was at the bar with Mike Farrah. Obviously, it was time to pack up and mourn the passing of Bea Arthur with my friends.
Check back tomorrow for a full recap of last night's parties.
--Melissa
PS - John Burton (the newly-elected party chairman) just got introduced to speak. As he makes his way to the stage, they are playing "Eye of the Tiger." Yesterday, when Burton's opponent spoke, we heard "Take a Chance on Me." At least someone here has a sense of humor.
So you had the time to write this? Wow.
Posted by: The man formerly known only as "Mr K." | April 26, 2009 at 12:48
It's why I'm here.
Posted by: Melissa Griffin | April 26, 2009 at 12:53
Did you mean for that word in the second sentence to be "masturbathon"?
Posted by: kwk | April 26, 2009 at 13:48
We *heart* Mike Farrah. Also, how do you not mention our elevator ride from floors 26-21? Some high drama, folks...
Posted by: Beth Spotswood | April 26, 2009 at 18:37
Please comment on this item a friend sent me. I can hardly wait to see how much OPM $$$ Mr. empty suit spends to make a fool of himself in his crawl for Governor.
http://sf.eater.com/archives/2009/04/27/shutterwire_jack_falstaff_to_close_in_two_weeks.php
Please be kind...Hee...Hee... Some how I know this is related to the DCCP
Posted by: Jacko | April 28, 2009 at 08:21
Is David Chiu just visiting this planet? Harris is a fierce fighter "for public safety, civil rights, and domestic violence." Hopefully, the mother ship comes back for him soon.
Posted by: livinintheloin | April 28, 2009 at 18:50