Last night I dreamed I had dinner with Mitt Romney.
It was private dinner, with Mitt and a bunch of my friends
and me. It was mostly just genial chit-chat. And then someone made a joke about another friend, with connections to the media (and, in the dream, the
Obamasphere), having attended a hot-tub party with Bill Clinton back in the
90s. And Mitt just laughed and we moved on, but then the person emphasized that
they were just joking about the hot-tub party. And suddenly it seemed like we
were covering it up. Like there was actually a Clinton Hot Tub Party, and my
friend was there, and Boy Did He Have Stories. And for the rest of the
night—even as Mitt was washing the dishes as we were leaving—we just continued
to deny and deny this totally made-up
hot-tub party. Which just made the made-up party sound truly scandalous. But Mitt just chuckled and scrubbed a pot, saying, “I know;
relax; it’s no big deal.”
And I’d say, “No, really, we were joking.”
And he’d say he believed us, but we could see the gears spinning
in his head, planning to use this fabricated hot-tub party as opposition
research. (As if he were running against Clinton, but whatever.) But the more we denied it, the more credibility we gave the story. Hell, suddenly I wasn't sure if it had ever happened, either.
So when we got back to our hotel—where, coincidentally, a
hot-tub party was going on, and my buddy was there. I told him, “Dude, I think you’re gonna be on
the news.”
And then, after all the talk of hot-tub parties and Mitt
Romney washing dishes in his sink, I woke up, realizing I had to pee.
Rob
P.S. Special Behind the Scenes Info! You'd think by Googling "Bill Clinton Hot Tub" I'd have plenty of (photoshopped) images to work with, but there was really just one, and it was awful. So use your imaginarium for this.
