White House Correspondents Dinner: Fairchild v. Trainor
With Elaine Donnelly, Christopher Buckley and Jack
Jack has a hilarious post up entitled “Walking the Red Carpet in 7 Easy Steps.” I love the part where he points out the two tennis poles growing out of his and Chris Buckley’s heads in the pic above. . .
Morgan Fairchild
My favorite story from the event comes from one of the pre-dinner parties. At one point I was standing next to a beautiful woman who turned, put out her hand and said, “Hi, I’m Morgan Fairchild.” Very friendly. I think I’m going to have to forgive her for being a Democrat.
We started to chat when I felt Jack pulling my elbow. “Come on. Quick,” he whispered.
I wondered what could possibly be pulling us away from chatting with. . .Morgan Fairchild. But ever the dutiful wife, I hurried away with him. . .
Lt. Gen. Bernard Trainor
“Hurry,” Jack says, a star-struck sound in his voice: “We’ve got to meet Bernie Trainor.”
Kid. You. Not.
This seems so wrong. Leaving Morgan Fairchild for Bernie Trainor? I couldn’t have done it.
ML: Seriously. ~C
This post definitely shows the difference between men and women. I was commiserating with you and read this entry to my husband. He says a three star general outweighs a Hollywood star any day.
Of course, you have to understand when I was explaining who the Christmas card was from and was describing you as having been a professor at UVA and that you write the political blog I read, he could not figure out who I meant until I added the fact that your husband has a blog also. The light clicked — Oh, you mean the Ranger’s wife.
The male brain is just wired differently. And I am glad it is.
See what happens in middleage? You start out with two antennae and then eventually they start receding.
Pat — Receding. . .or Receiving? hello? hello??
SO JEALOUS! Again!
Don’t forgive Morgan! She’s a big pro-choicer too..Yuck.