This is what happens when your chickens get out of the gate, have a night on the town getting wasted and come home to throw up in the unsuspecting laps of innocent bystanders.
At the Howard University School of Divinity Tuesday, Barbara Reynolds, head of the National Press Club speaker’s committee, responds to allegations that she invited Rev. Jeremiah Wright to speak before the club with an ulterior motive to harm Sen. Barack Obama’s campaign. (Hamil Harris / The Washington Post)
From the Washington Post’s “On The Trail” blog (Also from Snob reader Carl Walker, who has been all over this, as I have been too busy contemplating the sexual subtexts of Subway commercials and grieving over why I couldn’t be at Coachella with Prince. It makes me want to cry every time I think about it too hard. Why? Why didn’t I just blow my meager savings and go? It’s like having a chance to risk it all on love. Instead I settled to stay put with my money. And can you sing “Purple Rain” money? CAN YOU??? Sure, I’d be broke but I’d have my purple memories. I’m sorry. I … I have to lie down now.)