Alright, put yourself in my shoes: You’re in Denver, occasionally surrounded by various poobahs of the political and DC-journalism worlds, and you already got as close to the candidate as you’re gonna get. Would you rush up to Mark Shields of The Capital Gang or National Journal‘s Ron Brownstein and beg for a pic? Would you brave the throngs of fellow blog-types and get all up in Joe Trippi’s grill? Or would you sidle over to the free-drinks area at an opportune time and snap this?
Sigh…yes, I am weak. At any rate, eat your heart out, Mike Gravel.
What an attractive couple!
you look like you are suckin on a lemon
hope you got her phone numba
True. My unfortunate camera face — it’s a grievous affliction.