600 democrats walk into a bar...
saw jewish boy genius yesterday for a holiday party that attracted every democrat in the city (or so it seemed). he was wearing the same maroon v-neck sweater that he has worn EVERY TIME i've ever seen him. i know he has other shirts (he has an affinity for thomas pink) but that very well may be the only sweater he owns. it's weird. it was also his birthday which makes him like 22 or something.
he is running for office next year and he's already campaigning like crazy although, in his arrogance, he knows he'd probably win without lifting a finger just by being who he is: a young, reasonably attractive, jewish guy with a ton of experience and connections.
but that was, officially, the last holiday party that i have on my calendar for this year. i have a few parties over the weekend but these are just the fratty parties that happen every weekend. my friend chung is making moonshine margaritas for the occasion. and yes, the mere thought of a moonshine margarita is enough to make me want to vomit. and no, i don't think i'll even try it. on the upside, chung just bought a baby teacup terrier that he'll be bringing to the party so i'll be getting drunk on puppy love which will build up my tolerance for all the puppy love i'll get in chicago.