I'm a lucky SOB. Last night, I had dinner with Howard Dean. Granted, there were about twenty other people having dinner with him too. However, I sat directly across the table from the guy (3-4ft. away) for a good half an hour. I think it was about as close to the feeling of being on heroin as I'll ever get.
How did this happen? I've been involved with the Miami University College Democrats (Oxford, Ohio) for a few years and was in charge of bringing in Robert F. Kennedy Jr. last year. Got to have dinner with him too, but that's another story. Anyway, the dems brought in Dean this year and included me on the list of dinner guests. Somehow (Okay, I planned it kind of shrewdly) he wound up sitting right across the table from me. Surreal is the best word to describe it.
Let me first just say that Dean is a cool guy. After watching him on TV, I had him pegged as sort of tightly wound, a bit angry, and not so personal. Don't get me wrong, I was a Dean man from start till just about finish and gave him as much money as I've given Kerry. But I never thought I'd enjoy having dinner with him.
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