The birds are singing, the sun is shining, women wear hats to church!
I love Sundays.
Why?
Because nothing kicks of the last day of freedom like Willie Brown's column in the Chronicle. I know a number of people who think this is the first sign of the Apocalypse, it's a conflict of interest, it's a ridiculous old weirdo and he's not really saying much of anything.
Love. It. Love. Willie.
I'll admit, I've always loved Willie Brown. The man stood to meet me. STOOD. So there's that, and really, I will never get over it. He could kill a member of my kin and I'd be all, "Well, he stands to greet a lady, folks. He can't be all bad." Furthermore, he's a snappy dresser and enjoys discussing what a snappy dresser he is. I'm sure Willie and I could spend hours in his closet(s), pouring over each and every argyle sock. "Oh, Wills. I'm dying over this camel hair blazer! Which scarf do you pair it with?" He claims to be a heart-breaking cad, but he's been married to the same chick named Blanche (!) for 534 years, knocked out a baby with a campaign fundraiser, whom he describes as classy and hangs out with the same fabulous vixen at every event, Sonya Somethingcomplicated. Willie Brown was the Master of Ceremonies at a dinner for Jim Jones. JIM JONES! My god, he arrived at his own inauguration in a horse-drawl carriage. What is not to love?
The best part of today's column is the following, regarding the economy and how it's dramatically affected Da Mayor:
Even the upper crust is feeling the pinch. People are still showing up at charity events, but they're buying only single and double tickets, not whole tables like they once did.
I used to get invited by three or four different people to sit at their tables. Now I'm having to work for my free admission. I either have to be an auctioneer or a speechmaker or something else.
Nooooooooo!!!!!!
But my personal highlight of today's piece is Willie working the jeans and blazer combo. It's goddamn fabulous and a step in the right direction, as far as I'm concerned.
Say what you will, but admit it, you secretly love him. OMG, you SO do...
3 comments:
It is you I not-so-secretly love, and I will give Willie points for standing up when introduced to your divinity. However, in every other way, I think he's nothing more than a corrupt, sleazy, height-challenged gangster who has done incalculable harm to both California and San Francisco.
The most interesting part of his latest free-association for the Chronicle was his assertion that a video ad of your boyfriend sounding smug about shoving gay marriage down everyone's throats has turned the tide. Yes on 8 is now leading in the polls. Way to go, Gav.
I don't know you, so I really hate to burst your bubble, but you know that Willie is blind, right? My guess is he has a team of people dressing him every day, because on his own, he'd be San Francisco's biggest fashion disaster.
It's true. We love him. And hate him. Love/hate. So corrupt, yet so dapper.
He loves the blondes, and yet, he's blind! He's like the bizzaro world version of Clayton Bixby.
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