So, this happened over the weekend.
In case you don’t recognize the girl in the middle (or my lovely friend, Annie), she is the daughter of a newly prominent GOP presidential contender who I may talk a fair amount of smack on…he does rock a sweater vest, though, and you know how important that is to me. And she was sporting a side pony, which I also heavily support.
Last weekend was the annual Kansas GOP Convention, and as always, it did not disappoint. Political heavy-hitters aside (my favorite of the weekend was hands down Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindall), it is always such a great excuse to see my wayward Republican friends from around the state (particularly those from my hometown - favorites!). And to gossip, of course. The best gossip always goes down when you’re in a room full of people looking to make a name for themselves/keep their smiling mugs out of facebook photo opportunities. I’m particularly bad about getting caught with a drink in my hand. Whoops.
It’s also a weekend full of political stickers, stump speeches, and general shenanigans. And that, as we all know, is my jam.
(Saying something is my jam is also my current jam.)
The only thing that could have made the weekend better was an appearance by my boy Mittens, but judging by the crowd, I was probably the only one who felt that way. That's okay, more for me to love. :)
In case you don’t recognize the girl in the middle (or my lovely friend, Annie), she is the daughter of a newly prominent GOP presidential contender who I may talk a fair amount of smack on…he does rock a sweater vest, though, and you know how important that is to me. And she was sporting a side pony, which I also heavily support.
Last weekend was the annual Kansas GOP Convention, and as always, it did not disappoint. Political heavy-hitters aside (my favorite of the weekend was hands down Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindall), it is always such a great excuse to see my wayward Republican friends from around the state (particularly those from my hometown - favorites!). And to gossip, of course. The best gossip always goes down when you’re in a room full of people looking to make a name for themselves/keep their smiling mugs out of facebook photo opportunities. I’m particularly bad about getting caught with a drink in my hand. Whoops.
It’s also a weekend full of political stickers, stump speeches, and general shenanigans. And that, as we all know, is my jam.
(Saying something is my jam is also my current jam.)
The only thing that could have made the weekend better was an appearance by my boy Mittens, but judging by the crowd, I was probably the only one who felt that way. That's okay, more for me to love. :)
this is my jam = what's up grey house? also, I like that you went to this.
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