This is one book you don't want to be in
On Tuesday, September 19, former New Jersey Governor Jim McGreevey's tell-all book "The Confession" hits the stores. Rumor has it that the disgraced Governor will pull no punches and name names.
As a former politico, this should be an interesting read. Perhaps we'll learn about the alleged quid-pro-quo plot which was allegedly triggered by McGreevey's cryptic use of the word "Machiavelli" during one conversation. Maybe we'll get the truth about what was really going on when he broke his leg in Cape May. If we're lucky, McGreevey might clue us in on just exactly how he learned to give speeches while sounding like a robot but looking like one of the Pep Boys - Moe, if you ask me.
I first met McGreevey shortly after an unsuccessful (but highly time-consuming!) run for the State Legislature in 1995. I was 25 years old, hanging out with the New Jersey delegation at the Democrat convention in Chicago. For those of you who haven't been lucky enough to attend a political convention, I can tell you that you haven't really lived until you've rubbed shoulders with a U.S. Senator or Congressman at one of the state-specific delegation parties. Let's just say that you definitely see a different side of people.
From what I remember, my time with McGreevey was pretty fun. We, and about 50 other members of the New Jersey delegation, were at an Irish Pub in downtown Chicago. I found myself channeling my Irish roots by partaking in a number of rounds of shots of some potent drink. The shots were coming out on waitress trays by the dozen, and the group of 10 or so guys that I was with were drinking like champs.
I was a bit surprised to see the State Senator and Mayor of Woodbridge at the time, Jim McGreevey, drinking away right there with us. With each successive round of shots, we all got louder and louder, McGreevey included. One of my last memories of the evening was my very own toast to my hometown of Pitman, which I recall Jim McGreevey drinking heartily to.
My evening ended that night in a blur in my hotel room. Something about ordering room service, and getting into a full-fledged wrestling match with my friend Steve. No, McGreevey was not there. Thank God.
Getting drunk with a man who was about to run for Governor seemed pretty cool at the time. That he actually became Governor is kind of neat also. But that he became drunk with power, well, that's not too cool at all. A shame, really.
The buzz in political circles is all about who'll be in the book, and what McGreevey will say about them. Rumor has it that it won't be too pretty. I suppose I can rest easy, since the one and only time I partied with McGreevey ended with me passed out in a locked hotel room. And, thankfully, McGreevey didn't have a key.
That's my confession.
As a former politico, this should be an interesting read. Perhaps we'll learn about the alleged quid-pro-quo plot which was allegedly triggered by McGreevey's cryptic use of the word "Machiavelli" during one conversation. Maybe we'll get the truth about what was really going on when he broke his leg in Cape May. If we're lucky, McGreevey might clue us in on just exactly how he learned to give speeches while sounding like a robot but looking like one of the Pep Boys - Moe, if you ask me.
I first met McGreevey shortly after an unsuccessful (but highly time-consuming!) run for the State Legislature in 1995. I was 25 years old, hanging out with the New Jersey delegation at the Democrat convention in Chicago. For those of you who haven't been lucky enough to attend a political convention, I can tell you that you haven't really lived until you've rubbed shoulders with a U.S. Senator or Congressman at one of the state-specific delegation parties. Let's just say that you definitely see a different side of people.
From what I remember, my time with McGreevey was pretty fun. We, and about 50 other members of the New Jersey delegation, were at an Irish Pub in downtown Chicago. I found myself channeling my Irish roots by partaking in a number of rounds of shots of some potent drink. The shots were coming out on waitress trays by the dozen, and the group of 10 or so guys that I was with were drinking like champs.
I was a bit surprised to see the State Senator and Mayor of Woodbridge at the time, Jim McGreevey, drinking away right there with us. With each successive round of shots, we all got louder and louder, McGreevey included. One of my last memories of the evening was my very own toast to my hometown of Pitman, which I recall Jim McGreevey drinking heartily to.
My evening ended that night in a blur in my hotel room. Something about ordering room service, and getting into a full-fledged wrestling match with my friend Steve. No, McGreevey was not there. Thank God.
Getting drunk with a man who was about to run for Governor seemed pretty cool at the time. That he actually became Governor is kind of neat also. But that he became drunk with power, well, that's not too cool at all. A shame, really.
The buzz in political circles is all about who'll be in the book, and what McGreevey will say about them. Rumor has it that it won't be too pretty. I suppose I can rest easy, since the one and only time I partied with McGreevey ended with me passed out in a locked hotel room. And, thankfully, McGreevey didn't have a key.
That's my confession.
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