THREE AND OUT
B Y J O H N R O B E R T S
C N N “ A M E R I C A N
M O R N I N G ” C O - A N C H O R
Three years ago, I campaigned to
be president of the White House
Correspondents’ Association. I ran on a
platform of bringing the association’s annual
fete célèbre back in line with what it used to
be—an intimate evening where journalists
and Administration officials could, like
warring parties occasionally did in centuries
past, sit together in a civil fashion over dinner
and a few drinks.
It must have been a bad idea, because I lost
that election; but I have faithfully attended
each dinner since. I still can’t fi gure out how
it became the star-studded affair it has, but it
was awfully good to see Sanjaya this year.
It’s not all about celebutantes, though.
George Clooney came last year, and we all
know about the good work he’s doing for
Darfur. This year’s highlight was meeting Sheryl
Crow, the Marcia Brady for middle-age men.
Sheryl’s also a rebel with a cause. In this case,
global warming. Who doesn’t like Sheryl Crow?
Karl Rove, it seems. Not two tables over, the
two were consumed in conversation that could
have fi nished melting the Kilamanjaro snows.
When the fracas was over, I not-so-casually
hot-footed it to the CNN table where Sheryl
was commiserating with her fellow earthmother
Laurie David. I strategically bumped
my colleague Wolf Blitzer aside and found
myself next to the rock goddess, of whom I
am truly a fan. (Don’t worry, my wife knows all
about this.) Three words into the conversation,
the Post’s Roxanne Roberts nosed in between
us to fact-check Sheryl’s encounter with Karl.
Ten minutes later, Roxanne had her story,
Sheryl was out of time and I was out of luck.
The dinner is still a great place to make
connections, and while the event is still too
large and packed with celebrities who have
nothing to do with covering the White
House, it’s good to meet the odd rebel with
a cause. If only for three words. |
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