Kerrycrat Ladies, was there anything else talked about other than how . .

. . . damn sexy JK is at the Boston JK B-Day party or at the Irish pub afterwards? I understand. Hormones are raging. But as good looking as he is, I'm sorry I just can't relate the same way (I'm sure my wife would though).

But was there a male kerrycrat member present? Did JK talk about anything I would want to talk about like how is the skiing? The Surf? Biking? When was the last time he was on his kite board? When was the last time he flew his hang glider? These are critical important matters. A male Kerrycrat has got to know the answers to these sorts of things. Did anybody get an invite to see him again, or to hang-out, and go for a bike ride or other? What is his favorite beer?

Or was it just sex-talk and politics all night? Not to say that is bad, but come on, the real important stuff is what would we rather be doing if the damn world wasn't so screwed-up. OK, I know what the ladies all want to do. I get it. Sex is wonderful, I agree, but so is jumping out of perfectly good airplanes . . .

Need to know more about the simple pleasures of life --- sports. Any tid-bits?
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Sex is wonderful, I agree, but so is jumping out of perfectly good airplanes . . .



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to keep the whole gang on message. Right?

He was interested in what our younger Kerrycrats are studying in college. He wanted to know our impressions of the political blogosphere. He wanted to know what we were drinking, so he could order us another one.

What you guys told them about DU and our JK group, and what their reaction was. Did JK "pepper" you with questions about it, or just let it pass?

with all of us. He's a career military man, and likely was horrified by our antics.
We did talk a lot about politics and how we need to take America back. It wasn't all fun and games.

He likes Guinness, but was drinking Sam Adams because the waitstaff were bringing them to him. I guess he likes Sam Adams too.

HOW MANY TIMES MUST I CORRECT THIS MISCONCEPTION!


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He kept trying to get us another, but the waitress decided we'd had enough, apparently. :D

He let us drink half of it. Whatever.

WAS IT REALLY THE WAITRESS THAT CUT US OFF?!

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Tee-hee...so he let us have his. SUH-WEET.

Mmmm hmmm. :evilgrin:

Who else was in the pub and were there constant looks? Or was everybody like, oh, there's the Senatah, cool, saw him the other day.

Who else was at the party? Was there NOBODY worth a mention?

And, do we know what Teresa was wearing? Were there decorations? A theme? Tables? Food?

How long did the thing last? Where's the friggin' video?

MORE MORE MORE

Jumping out of perfectly good airplanes, sheesh, not until we've finished dissecting the finer points of a Boston Brahmin political event.

That someone in the pub asked him to autograph a bottle of Heinz ketchup. Not sure if it was the manager or the bartender.

Ahm, we did have a guy there. He will have to account for himself as I don't know what he said to Sen. Kerry in his private conversation. (LevensonK, your husband is being called out here. Help.)

The pub was not crowded. There were a few people at the bar, just youngish kids and such. We were very loud and having a really good time. And I was teasing Sweetness, GRMLGC, cuz she was being kind of quiet. One of the folks who accompanied us there from the staff was sitting next to GRMLGC and kept giving her little hugs and drawing here out into the world of the insane adults around her. He was so sweet to her. (And she deserved it. Love you Sweetness!)

I think the Sen and the folks who accompanied him came in the near entrance, but I'm not sure. (I was down the end of the table trying to talk to Vek and WEL and IB and everyone and then I look up and do a double-take. Nah, I having the dt's right now, it can't be.) There were guys at the bar after the Senator left. They were looking at us. I said, Yeah, he came to see us. Deal with it.

Ahm, Vanessa Kerry was there, as was Cam Kerry. Ahm, I saw my candidate for District Attorney in my county. I have no idea who else was there cuz my brain blew a circuit. There was no program so I can't fake it either.

Teresa was wearing a lovely blouse and skirt. The blouse was white or cream colored and the stage wa not well-lit and my pic will need some extreme doctoring in order to not look like midnight in a coal mine. (I'm working on it.)

The hotel was all decorated for Christmas. It was really pretty. There was a table with party-food appetizers. I didn't have any, cuz I was a bit nervous and forgot. (I was trying to make sure that I was were I said I would be. Apparently that takes up a lot of processing power in my brain and I can't multi-task. Sigh!)

More later.

The event lasted for 2 hours. (But there was this awsome follow-up.)

Not to hijack the thread, but my husband was on the receiving end of a group email that originated with Cam today, announcing that he's not running for secretary of state - Galvin decided to give up on the governorship. As my husband said, "a lot of people were hoping Galvin wouldn't realize he had no freaking chance of becoming governor until it was too late, but someone must have clued him in.

I'm disappointed; that would have been the most exciting Sec. of State race ever. And Galvin is - well - not exciting.

News item here for corroboration (Tuscaloosa????????)

http://www.tuscaloosanews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20051212/APN/512120818&cachetime=3&template=dateline

All the little details. It just sounds like perfection. With Christmas as a backdrop. How magical is that. About the only thing that could be more exciting is the inauguration.

I wish I lived in Boston! I have a sorta friend from child hood who now lives there. Only thing I wouldn't like is the cold weather. Sounds like you all had a wonderful time and I'm so jealous!

of Senator Kerry at the pub was a rare one. Members of the waitstaff came over to shake his hand and say a few words, and seemed generally awestruck.

At one point when we were gathered in the corner with JK I turned around and noticed that every eye in the place (about 15 or so people, I guess - it was Sunday, and pretty late) was fixed in our direction. I'm pretty sure they were all wondering what was so special about us, that would have brought JK around to see us.

As for the party, it's all a big blur for me. I was standing right next to Teresa on stage, and we exchanged a few looks during his speech. That was cool. The party was mainly attended, I think, by JK's longtime local supporters and friends. He thanked an elderly woman who has volunteered in his Boston office for over 20 years, and came off the stage to give her a hug. Vanessa was there - Alex was in NY, he said, busy with work - and also Cam and Diana. I didn't see either Marvin or David Wade.

the hotel rooms though...there was a lot of it.

He talked to a couple of the young students about their fields of study, I believe. To be honest, I missed a lot of what he said. The piped-in music was terribly loud and I was at the opposite end of the table from where the Senator chose to sit. Heck, it was too difficult to try to get anywhere near the Senator, what with all those star-struck youngsters crowded around him, so I spent a few minutes speaking to an associate of the Senator's about a pet peeve of my own regarding certain conservative sites on the Web. The young man got an earful of what I think of Freepers.

"Heck, it was too difficult to try to get anywhere near the Senator, what with all those star-struck youngsters crowded around him"

He sat where he chose to sit. We were already over there long before he arrived. I really don't think we were any more "starstruck" than anyone else in the group, and all one needed to do to get near him was walk up and say "excuse me," and talk to him. Our end of the table didn't have taser guns, and we weren't barring access to him. He chose to sit over there. The fact he positioned himself where we already were is not our fault.

I am genuinely starting to feel as if we are being scolded for doing something wrong, when clearly, we have no control over where the guy sits.

As I explained in another thread, the only time I approached him was to ask him to take pictures with three different Duers who didn't get pics and seemed apprehensive about asking. Otherwise, I just answered him when he asked me questions.

Sometimes a joke can go overboard, perhaps that's the case. I really don't think anybody thinks you were hogging him or anything. For me, your enthusiasm is contagious. Yours and WEL's and GRMLGC, whose name I always screw up. I know that is true for TayTay too. And probably others. It's a mother thing. If we could choose something for ourselves, or our young'ns, well, we choose it for the young'ns. And we're delighted when they're delighted, although we like to throw in a little teasing too. That's all it is. We're really just ecstatic for you and imagining what it must be like to be young and carefree and having your dreams come true.

We actually did no active hogging. Were were shitting our pants that he even came near us. We were catatonic and frozen to the spot. I basically couldn't even think of what the hell to do with myself.

I am actually not one of the "young uns." I'm pretty old and well past my prime, but maybe get lumped in with the "kids" because of my sophomoric sense of humor.

I'd give anything to be carefree again. That night was like going back in time and actually having dreams and endless possibilities for a second. Then I returned to my lame red town and my dull life and that damned mirror that reminds me of how old I got so fast and how far I haven't come...

So yeah. Last weekend was a nice escape. Then I woke up.

Who else should get to sit next to the esteemed Senator? I think if we had had a vote, that's how we'd have voted for it to happen. I think we'd all have been frozen to the spot if it had gone some other way.

Past your prime? You must be insane. Take another look in the mirror dear. Or maybe you've made the hideous mistake of actually listening to those assbackwards guys that I know oh so well from your redneck town. You did better than me, life gave you an opportunity and you grabbed it. And look what happened. Just keep grabbing...

"Keep grabbing" could get me in trouble! :evilgrin:

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I did not even THINK THAT when I wrote that. You are so bad.

The Senator sat where he did because it was the farthest point from the door and the prying eyes of anyone else in the place. This is where you would sit if you wanted to not be obvious and to have a conversation with people without attracting too much attention from people not in your group.

That is the plain and simple truth. It was a logical place to sit. I, for one, got the biggest kick out of seeing WEL and Vek down there, having fun. (And behaving themselves. There are wonderful, intelligent, sweet and fun-loving people who had a good time. And damn it, so did I.)

VEK is 1000% correct that you could just go down and start talking. I did. Then I pushed myself into a closer seat so I could hear. (The overhead music was deafening. We had to sit close in order to hear.)

VEK, you are aces in my book sweetie. You did nothing wrong and had nothing to do with where anyone sat. It was simply logical to sit there. (For goodness sake, do the math. Where else was he going to sit in order to attract the least amount of outside attention?)

Any public figure sits with his back to the wall and his eyes on the door.

The place wasn't mobbed, but there were a number of people exhibiting a lot of curiosity as to why he was there and what we were talking about. The place he chose to sit was the only logical one.

I'd not complain about that no matter the context! Actually, I was referring to the college kids who are looking forward to bright futures (they are at the age where they are launched to take over the world and more power to them) and hoping for internships. Damn good to be starstruck at that age, I'd say. Let me amend, "Starstruck youngsters and Vektor."

Actually, I wasn't referring to you, just the kids. We all enjoyed your humor and your commentary back at the room.

I'm wicked old now. Maybe we should stop here before I put a cellophane bag over my head!

I think being referred to as a "starstruck youngster" would have been better than the old bag down at the end of the table who can no longer be categorized as a youngster, sitting with the cute kids.

I am also a full time college student, but a geriatric one, granted.

The sad thing is, it was like YESTERDAY that I WAS a kid and I have no idea where the time went. Like it left overnight. I went into a coma and woke up old and can't figure out how the hell it happened. I feel like I've only been on the planet for a decade or two at most. (???)

Maybe I am just a little sensitive because I have been hearing a lot of jokes about Vektor and WEL and how we were "Kerry hogs." They probably are just that - jokes, but after a while you start to feel a little bit embarrassed about it, cause we really didn't mean to do anything of the sort.

You simply were not. Hey cutie, a lot of us thought you were absolutely fine. And so was WEL and everyone else.

Gawd, can this part just die already. Vek, you were just wonderful and vivacious and smaht (wicked smaht) and wonderful and I thoroughly enjoyed your presence all weekend and have nothing but the highest regard for you and everyone else who was there. These little jokes, which were intended to be about the fun aspect of you finally seeing Kerry can stop now. Hurting people's feelings is a far cry from lightly teasing them. There is a world of difference.

EDIT: And you are far, far from 'past your prime.' You were not really lumped in with the kids, btw. You were (Oh dear) the middle ground between the 20-somethings and the 40-and over-somethings. That was pure circumstance. (And when you say you are old, oh honey, what does that make the rest of us. Ahm, actually nothing. You're as old as you feel and some days for me it's about 12 and other days it's about 112. Probably the same for you as well.)

Hey, I love you VEK. This group wouldn't be the same without you. And I had a wicked, wicked good time in Boston with you.

Thank you for the reassurance. Perhaps I shouldn't worry about what other people think. There may be deeper seeded reasons for some of the talk I am hearing lately, which says more about those flinging the barbs than it does about where the Senator sat.

As far as age goes, this was NOT my choice. :-) I'd have stayed 21 forever if I could. I am not an entire generation older than the "youngsters" - not old enough to be their Mom by a long shot! And I haven't gained any weight since I was 12. So maybe I should not take any pot-shots seriously...

Because I suspect that's just what they are.

I do, however, look forward to the looming discovery of gene therapy and aging reversal which will halt the ravages of time - they better figure it out while I still have some cells left!

You and I can go in together Tay. It'll be like a day spa! :-)

Hahahahaha! I acutally like me the way I am. I need to quit smoking though. I go on the patch in January. (That's a warning. I am likely to be a wee bit grouchy for a while.) Otherwise, the keys to fixing me are in my own hands. If I don't use them, shame on me. And, you know, whatever. (I am a big, beautiful, loud-mouthed, foul-talking, Kerry-fancying hunk of Mass-soul. What's not to love?)

And dahling, you are lovely inside and out. How's your cold?

I am going to the doctor today. I suspect I have the mother of all sinus infections. And I like you the way you are too. I also tend to be a bit "foul" at times...

Must be the native Mass-hole thing.

I usually end up catching something when I fly, since we're all forced to breathe in everyone else's microbes. Also, you probably don't have the east coast antibodies to fight off our regional variety of 'the bug'. The west coast immune cells just throw up their little hands and run for the hills when they it coming.

My travel companion did not get sick, luckily. But yes, air travel, especially in the winter time, is HELL.

I'm not really offended per se, but I guess I'm starting to feel a little... I dunno, patronized by constantly being referred to as a "star struck youngster." I think I was as in awe of him as anyone else there, no more or less obvious about it in my outward manner than anyone. I decided to be assertive and introduce myself to him because I would hate myself for the rest of my life if I didn't. And, again, I am 21, which I know is young to most of you, but still - I really am not a "kid" or a "youngster." I'm not a 17 year old who snuck into the bar to catch a glimpse of Sen. Kerry. I know you guys don't mean anything, but I'm starting to get tired of being called a "kid" all the time, as if I were not fully adult or mature about the way I interacted with Kerry. I mean really, I was old enough to share a beer with John Kerry. Just, please stop calling me a kid.

And my apologies. The comparison in the post above was for others and was a relative age thing. I am sorry that it was insensitive.

You are right, you are not 'a kid.'

Let's not talk about age...or I'LL get depressed.

You should be happy! It was a great weekend! And to be honest, those of us who are local deliberately hung back to give you folks who traveled from far away a chance to spend some quality time with the Senator. Heck, we can see him anytime.