If you’re not really the hob-knobbing type, and I even am a little bit, PA Society is pretty gross. I went for the first time last year, and made the mistake of telling people I’m a journalist, which turned my face into a business card receptacle for gawky College Democrat “body man” dudes in oversized black dad suits, who have the unenviable job of shadowing politicians everywhere. You try to talk to some politicians and then some other do-gooders invariably cut in to give a crappy little stump speech on some stupid pet issue. Shit is wack.
Despite my distaste, I would’ve gone if I hadn’t made prior commitments this weekend. But next year it’s on. KP will have just helped elect the Democratic Governor of our choosing and a Democratic state Senate, and all the cool kids will want to come downtown and party with us at B-Side. No money up in here for a fancy soiree obviously, but I know a thing or two about throwing a great dive bar party and my taste in rap music is unfuckwithable. Stay tuned.