The Renaissance Hotel in Austin was the venue for last night's roast of Karl Rove by the Headliner's Club. We're so sad we weren't asked to say a few words. By 8 o'clock last night with a good mix of valium and red wine we could have slurred our way through several good jabs at Rove.
It's a little 'homage' to Anna Nicole, our Mexia stripper-turned-goldigger-turned-freaky bitch.
I thought it was a generous gesture by partisan Democrats and Republicans to come together to raise money for Journalism Scholarships.
I haven't tried that mix in a while. Its usally nyquil and sudafed for the Wonk.