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Monday, June 28, 2004

Naughty Time at the Conventions

Via Wonkette I see the New York Daily News has an important story that is sadly being buried by the developments in Iraq and at the Supreme Court today (but not at DK!):

With thousands of Republicans set to invade the city this summer, high-priced escorts and strippers are preparing for one grand old party.

Agencies are flying in extra call girls from around the globe to meet the expected demand during the Aug. 30-Sept. 2 gathering at Madison Square Garden.

They must have heard that Fox News was sending Dick Morris to be there.

I do have a related story to tell. I was a DNC intern back in 2000, as you may know, and I attended the LA convention (didn't sleep much, but got to go to lots of cool things too). Every day, during the walk from the Wilshire Grand Hotel (where the DNC office space was) down the five blocks to the Staples Center, we passed by the Spearmint Rhino Gentlemen's Club--don't ask me where that name came from. The Club was clearly seeking to capitalize on the proximity to the convention site by having some of the nice young ladies outside giving away free bottles of water and chatting up delegates in hopes they would return after hours. Though I never did go back after the Staples Center speechifying was done with (scout's honor, there were other parties to get to around the city anyway), I did take advantage of the free water. The pictures on the bottles were great, with the women's hair obscuring certain body parts--I felt compelled to hide the water or hold it close in certain company. The workers there seemed very nice, and my fellow DNC interns were referring to each others' "stripper water" all that week. How wholesome, huh?

MORE: While I'm on the sophomoric post of the day, see "Sprem continues unforeseen run" (at Wimbeldon, that is). Via Memphis Bengal who thinks this might be a side-effect of Cialis. Also at the Frog, Chumley linked a bizarre BBC story on a woman who picked up a British accent after having a stroke, even though she's never been to Britain.