Party for the Right to Fight
Attended a house party in Oldsmar for Jim Davis Sunday night. Went alone because, if you'll recall, I'm no longer formally inviting anyone to anything. (You're dead to me.) Yet, in a room full of Democratic activists, one does not stay alone for long. Especially if one has a winning smile and hell of a rack, thankyouverymuch.
Besides, a ton of vegetarian fare plus free alcohol equals good times - with or without a date. Within the first half hour, six strangers (new best friends) approached and told me they liked my writing and humor. In Oldsmar. Better than sex! And with the husband in Colorado, that counts for a lot these days.
Elizabeth, one of our gracious hosts, introduced me to Sara, a full-time mom. I know. Immediately the cringe. However, this was not your typical apron-wearing Mama. Sara didn't try to discuss butt paste preference or pretend toddler talk is stimulating. Instead, she told me about a playgroup she started that emphasizes fitness. These mommies work out while pushing strollers and discuss world issues rather than suffer through playground comparisons. ("Johnny did that at two months!") Where was Sara when I was at home with no one to talk to except Elmo dolls?
Jim arrived and more than a few women remarked that he's better looking in person than on television. Aren't we all? He gave me a hug (are you more jealous of him or me?) and then he asked about my move to Colorado.
"I'm here until the house sells," I said.
"Oh," he replied. "You might be here awhile."
"I have a theory," I said. "Once you get elected, the market will bounce back and I'll return to The Springs about a month after Election Day."
No pressure. Reason enough to vote the man into office.
Jim's speech drew everyone in. He is the living example of an honorable politician. Love him. Really. However, the draw of any JD event is the opportunity to mix it up with his right-hand (teddy bear of a) man, Reggie.
No one is more squeezable. No one.
All in all, a good night. Unfortunately, everyone wore appropriate outfits (some guests were from Pasco County so I had hoped for at least one cuckoo). This crowd was terrific and funny and knowledgeable and socially appropriate. No one even asked an embarrassing question. I love that sh*t! Damn. Therefore I'm unable to scoff. At anyone other than myself of course.
Check this out. After an evening of attention and love (was it Jim's night or mine?) I went home and fell asleep - high off delusions of grandeur. Later, in the middle of a dream where I morphed into a younger and much cuter Maureen Dowd, my youngest son called to me. Woke me right up. Seems he needed help wiping his ass.
Brought me back down real quick. Thanks, kid.
posted by kate @ 6:30 AM
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8 Comments:
That's a PE song title there. Does this mean you lose your challenge?
Oh, no my friend. I never lose a challenge. It's a line from a song off their most recent album.
Now who's the bigger fan?
Dammit. You are right my friend.
However, it was a PE song title (obviously lifted from the Boys) before it was a lyric in one of the Boys' songs.
So, we're both right. Gold stars all the way around.
Nice menorah.
(I know, it's not a menorah.)
You seem to dislike your kids a lot, I guess they interfere with your liberal lifestyle. A cuter Maureen O'Dumb there isn't such a thing she has the IQ of a dead gnat.
What liberal lifestyle? Oh, you mean working as a teacher to spend more time at home? Hanging out with my kids every night - helping with homework, reading stories, showering them with love and attention and dealing with normal everyday stress by writing about it and making fun of myself? Is that what you mean by a liberal lifestyle - assbag?
I'm a major D and a major L and my job puts me around many of the local and state electeds. I find Jim Davis completely ininspiring, which limits his effectiveness, and, while I'd like to believe there are ethical and honorable politicians, my years of experience tells me different. Some of the people you endorse are a joke--which folks who work around them know only too well....but folks who just read the papers or their endorsements have no clue.
Have at it if you still believe, and God bless, but try not to drink the KoolAid when you hobnob with the local yahoo politicans...their world view ends at the tip of their noses, most of them...which is why Tpa Bay will always be second rate wannabe region...it always makes me laugh when people think it's a big deal to hang out at these kinds of events...especially in Tampa....reality's tougher but facing it's the only way we can effect change.
You're not a major anything - except perhaps maybe an asshole. Hate on Tampa all you want, getting involved is the only way to *affect* change. Sitting on the sidelines poo-pooing the area and those of us who are silly enough to at least try and make a difference doesn't make you anything other than unimpressive. Oh - and a second rate, wannabe activist.
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