Wonkette

So, as most everyone knows, Alex Pareene abandoned Wonkette for the greener Gawker field and is on his way out of D.C. as well. When I was still anonymous, he was technically my boss, so I got an taste of having a young whippersnapper of a boss at least 15 years before I expected it to happen. But, as Ken said before me, he was a pretty cool guy. However, he never really liked doing party reports (because he was happier in a dive bar) and really hated to be in pictures, which is why I documented his going away party, after the jump.

Normally, the kind of parties I attend don’t take place in basements and involve other nerdy types (like me) talking about nerdy things, but Alex let me come anyway. I knew I was out of my element when the bartender had to check with the manager whether he could sell me a full bottle of champagne, and that I was at a good party when he sold me my third (or maybe fourth?) bottle. I hope Alex thought it was a good send-off, especially since I don’t really remember the end of it myself.