As Phil already mentioned, we ran into Fred Thompson as he was leaving the White House Correspondents’ Dinner on Saturday night. (“The Prom” is slang for the WHCD.) Thompson’s annoyed-to-be-here demeanor made me think that, in the end, he may decide not to run; if you don’t like shaking hands and schmoozing, a presidential campaign probably isn’t for you. It’s possible, of course, that we just caught Thompson at a bad time (he had just suffered through Rich Little’s terrible routine). Still, the contrast with Mitt Romney, who I caught up with as he was jovially holding court at National Review‘s pre-dinner reception, was quite striking.
Though I chatted with lots of famous-for-DC types, the only “real” celebrity I had a chance to talk to was American Idol‘s Chris Sligh. (Note that we didn’t go to the dinner itself, and that we finished the night at the Reuters after-party rather than at one of the more exclusive shindigs where the stars were hanging out.) It’s probably just as well; talking to celebs can be unpleasant.
Notice to Readers: The American Spectator and Spectator World are marks used by independent publishing companies that are not affiliated in any way. If you are looking for The Spectator World please click on the following link: https://thespectator.com/world.