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Just five months and 11 days after he threw in the towel, Al Gore held a thank-you party for campaign staff members last Thursday night at Washington's Cap City Brewery. There was a cash bar--attendees did receive a laminated Cap City VIP Club card for 25% off--but the mood was hardly resentful, thanks to Jim Jeffords. "Finally a one-vote margin counts in our favor," joked Joseph Lieberman before slipping out to do Larry King Live. Gore, thicker but still wearing faded jeans and trademark earth-tone shirt, introduced himself with some losing-candidate one-liners...
...sure it isn't true because he was the Commencement speaker in 1994," said University Marshal Richard M. Hunt, who is charged with coordinating all VIP visits and helping to organize commencement. "It was a great occasion...
...home feeling tired. There was much more to celebrate: in three days, he would be sworn in as the new sheriff of DeKalb County, in suburban Atlanta. The night was as much in his honor as hers; relatives and close campaign supporters had feted him in the lounge's VIP room earlier. Soon he hoped to make good on his promise to get rid of corruption at the local jail and maybe someday--if he had as much energy as he did ambition--reform the nation's prison systems. The cafe's chef had made crab-stuffed chicken especially...
...Kroger supermarket. Inside, however, a mostly upscale African-American clientele drinks margaritas or Cognac and dines on $17.95 entrees of blackened pork chops, charbroiled salmon and barbecued ribs. On different nights, the restaurant features live jazz, comedy or karaoke. The restaurant had set aside its plushly decorated VIP room for the Brown party. At one point during the evening, the hostess took an odd telephone call from two women who asked whether they could come to the party without invitations. Phyllis and her son-in-law noticed a man rush to get a table near them as the party...
...gates of the City of Rock It's a little after three o'clock on Friday and I catch a VIP shuttle from the Hotel Inter-Continental to the festival site about an hour away. The afternoon is still bright and sunny and hot. At the site, the paranoid Gaza Strip-y security is still in effect. There, our identification cards are swiped and we are allowed into the facilities. We're also supposed to be wearing ridiculous t-shirts identifying each us as VIPs, but, given the history of revolutionary activity in rock 'n roll in general and Latin...