Part of the reason that my new ward, Bill, got in so much trouble for his press office faux pas, was because we were trying to hide tonight's Sedar Dinner from Joe Biden. Last night a group of us had volunteered to do a "Sedar" in the commissary with Joey B., so that he would think that was the official dinner.
It was the usual cluster you-know-what. Joey showed up ready to go. He was humming tunes from "Fiddler on the Roof" and wearing a Moses costume he said was in every detail accurate to the outfit Charleston Heston wore in "The Ten Commandments." Then he complained about not being served "Sedar-planked salmon." And those are the high points.
Rahm thought we'd all earned a gold star for our efforts, because Joe would have gotten on his train back to Delaware this afternoon (he usually catches the 2 pm Acela, first class, natch), and not shown up at tonight's official dinner behaving the way we knew he would. But Bill's email mistake now means that Joe will be there, and only Yahweh knows how it will turn out. Oy vey.