Confession. I adore the Clintons.
Maybe that's not a strong enough word, adore.
I have enormous respect, adore, worship, drunk on the koolaid, all that.
Yet I hate weddings.
But I adore the Clintons.
See the conflict?
Despite myself, I am inhaling little Chelsea's wedding today.
Inhaling, baby.
(
Want to get high with me? )