Talked with a group of very friendly, very flirtatious women just outside of the Fleet Center a few moments ago. They called themselves “unofficial convention delegates,” which I suppose means they were unable to get credentialed. Lots of spangly halter tops, short vinyl skirts, and knee-high go-go boots in the lot. One of the ladies—a “Miss Brandi”—bragged to me that she’s an intimate friend of Senator Ted Kennedy’s. She says he’s big on half-and-half. Which surprised me, because the Senator looks to me like he’s a 100% creamer guy, cholesterol be damned.
Man. Being a reporter is fun.
I don’t think they’re looking for credentials.
I hope to God you told Ms Brandi never to get in Ted’s car.
I’d like to never hear the words “intimate” and “Ted Kennedy” in the same sentence again, ever, please.