I have always thought that being a congressman would be cool. Since I was a kid I have kept the idea of running for public office in the back of my mind.
I enjoy politics and spend a lot of time making sure I am educated on issues. I have well reasoned opinions and regularly take stock of where I am in life, with an eye on a potential future run.
To that end, I have always made sure that I kept no skeletons in the closet, always tried to act honorably and never do anything that would jeopardize that potential goal.
When I was younger I decided that I would never have pictures of me in ANY type of compromising position...sure, I am a goofball and there are plenty of pictures of me goofing around, but compromising? Nah...
When I made that vow to myself, I included the vow that I would never have a picture taken of me drinking alcohol. I don't know why I made that vow, but I did and I have followed it very closely.
Sure, I drink wine and scotch. I have known many a tequila and have a tough time turning down an occasional drink with an umbrella...but no pictures please.
That dream died 2 weeks ago. Dead.
It was murdered by the United Way.
Claire and I volunteered for a fundraiser that the Young Leaders Society was throwing at Virginia Beach. We were put into the beer/wine tent and told to serve patrons 1 drink in exchange for 1 ticket. For an hour I was pouring beers, passing out wine and generally making merry.
Suddenly I realized that the photographer was snapping away as I was drawing the tap...holding beers...sampling wine.
My dreams of no alcohol pictures is dead.
I just hope the American people can forgive me. *Grin*