Thursday, March 09, 2006

The grand ol' party outside my door

Two blocks from the office, 2,000 Republicans from 26 states have converged to discuss politics and presidential nominees. For the next four days, GOPpers will swarm to hear the likes of Sens. John McCain and Trent Lott, Speaker of the House Dennis Hastert, and the governors of four states.

And besides the politirati, The Peabody has been overrun by people from the NYT, Bloomberg, the Washington Post, Newsweek and — of course — FOX.

Hardball's Chris Matthews, who'll be broadcasting live from the conference this weekend, has been tapped as Honorary Duckmaster. See, down here, we pay someone big bucks to lead a bunch of ducks onto an elevator and down a red-carpet procession, where they climb into a fountain and swim all day. (Okay, okay ... the truth is that the March of the Ducks is quite cute, and I highly recommend checking out the little quacks if you're in the area.)

[Edit for clarification: "Little quacks" refers to the ducks, not the Republicans. Thanks.]

I know the SRLC is great for the Memphis economy. But the sum of 2,000 Republicans, police motorcades, on-site security, reporters, camera crews, tourists AND ducks means one huge clusterfuck for commuters...

... and I'm headed out the office door.

Yippee.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

you are right though, little quacks cant refer to republicans, as they have gone slightly beyond little at this point

9:48 PM  
Blogger De said...

You're getting a bit of a taste on what it's like to live in or near DC. I think the worst was when most of the city was locked down to host a NATO conference a few years ago.

8:20 AM  

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