Friday Night Specials, McGreevey Style

At first I wanted to make a joke about having to first explain "trysts" to my child and now "Friday Night Specials." (And how I prefer Applebee's to TGIF...)

But re-reading this I saw this as a women who was willing to try anything to stay with her man and make him happy. (I don't moralize about consensual sexual relationships.)

Say what you will, I still have great compassion for her.

(This is NOT what I thought I'd be feeling after hearing and reading about this yesterday.)

Will the McGreeveys ever just go away?

Couldn't they do better than TGIF?

The funny thing is if the gov and the aide were both women, and there was a husband who was the third in the threesome, I wonder if folks would have "great compassion." More likely, they'd be slapping the guy on the back and calling him a lucky son of a b*tch.

I don't care what consenting adults do, but do I have to read about it. As if these two weren't skanky enough.

Hey, what's with the goddam asterisks? I smell a rat...

I think you're missing the point, Liz. Compassion for a woman who was VERY PUBLICLY humiliated by her husband -- regardless of what they did in private in their bedroom -- is understandable. Keeping their 'trysts' private, where they STILL belong, was perhaps her way of maintaining any modecum of respect. She is now portrayed as a liar -- as would a man. As a man, I wouldn't expect praise for being a public liar, except due to my protecting the integrity of my marriage. To your point, Liz, perhaps a stereotyped man (thought we frowned on stereotypes in Baristaville) might have been screaming from the hill-tops for the past 15 years about his sexual conquests. But a real man would have kept them private just the same.

Liz,

You are so right. When the three-way is about two females and one male for some reason that makes it okay.

When the three way is about two females and one male, and the male is me, it's a hell of a lot better than okay.

Not sure who has "great compassion" for any member of this tryst, but I don't think the issue would be different were the genders reversed. The issue, vis-a-vis the divorce, is whether or not the wife was innocent about hubby's wild homosexuality.

What a manly man you are, mets. I guess anybody can be a stud with that little blue pill.

Where does "OK" enter into it, or for that matter the gender ratio? What gives the story legs, or takes them away should it prove to be false, is the disparity between Mrs. McGreevey's version of how she came to know of her husband's proclivities, and the story this guy is telling. If he is right, then she's a liar and a hypocrite. That's what makes it a story. All of this nonsense about how it would be different if it was 2 women and a man is totally off the point.
Of course, if this story proves false, then one might rightly wonder who, if anyone, put Pederson up to it.
Either way, this couple has used up their 15 minutes and should go away -- now.

"When the three way is about two females and one male, and the male is me, it's a hell of a lot better than okay."

LOL! True that brother!

You can knock the McGreeveys all you want, but at least they were smart enough to only visit their local TGI Friday's on actual Fridays. If you've ever visited a TGI Friday's on a Tuesday...well, you already know how disorienting an experience like that can be.

Why did this guy (Pedersen) wait so long to come clean, no pun intended?

I agree with you Bruce, that the kiss and tell thing is just plain wrong.

Let' see if I have this.

NY Governor: High priced call girls, sex at fancy hotels.

NJ Governor: Dinner at TGIF, watching another guy bang your girl in a Woodbridge condo (in addition to the other well publicized shenanigans.)

This should go a long way in raising NJ's profile.

And if what this guy is saying is true, I'm not sure that I would paint Dina as the victim. He is alleging that this behavior began before the McGreevy's were even engaged. If true, she had ample time to get out of the relationship before they were married.

I'm guessing that this trio ordered the T.G.I. Friday's "Three For All" appetizer platter during this pre-bout repasts.

eew, eew, eew - people are just plain nasty.

And once again a little girl is going to need years of therapy or she could end up working as a high price call girl catering to Governors

Is this story quite believable? It seems to me that McGreevey would have used this guy long before if his "recollections" are true, by way of making his case for at least joint custody. I also recall that Golan Cipel has steadfastly denied all the innuendo in the case of his own relationship with our ex-Governor.

Over to you, Dina, for a reply....

And mets2008, though you usually seem prone to unrealistic sexual braggadocio at all times, I was only able, after your oddly boastful post above, to imagine you (wearing nothing but black socks) cavorting joylessly with two hapless, bleating goats. Is that an index of your lack of skill with language, do you think, or simply of your sexual haplessness?

I wonder if Dina will be forced into an Oprah beatdown, ala James Frey.

"...cavorting joylessly with two hapless, bleating goats."

Well, what do you expect from a bleating-heart?

Cathar - the NY Post article says that Dina's attorneys deposed Pedersen as part of the custody legal battle. Dina's side could have decided that it was potentially too damaging to include, but at the same time threatened McGreevy's team that they would paint Dina as the victim if the Pedersen were called as a witness. This could easily have been a case of mutually assured destruction, with both sides deciding that it was potentially too toxic to bring up.

I hereby propose a moratorium on accusations of bestiality until at least early afternoon on Monday.

Sorry, my baaaaa---d.

Spicoli, I know Pedersen was deposed. That doesn't necessarily preclude his being an attention-seeking liar.

Where the McGreeveys are concerned, too, I have a problem imagining any accusation as "potentially too toxic" to use in court.

The relative candidate for sainthood in this matter of course remains McGreevey's previous, generally mum spouse, living somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. Where, with any luck, her own daughter with the ex-politician doesn't easily see the press coverage in this state about her dad.

Ah, but t'is the saint's special day, spicoli, and you've obviously never heard many of the jokes from the ould country that focus on horny, lonely farmers and bachelors in general from that moist green land...Word has it they're even told as Irish men and women alike exit from mass on this grand feast day.

You seem to bring up bestiality quite a bit in this space, cathar. I suppose it's much on your mind, now that spring is nigh.

I find it somewhat ironic that one of the Irish Associations in NYC had some difficulty in presenting their Annual Governor's Breakfast (yesterday, I think). With Governor Spitzer persona non gratia, they turned to Dick Codey. At least there is one politician in the tri-state area who is socially acceptable. I hope that New York's new Governor will take a page from Codey and tread the high road.

Well, cathar, maybe more are told on St. Andrew's Day.
Like the difference between Mick Jagger and a Scotsman. Jagger says, "hey you, get off of my cloud", while the Scotsman says, "hey Macleod, get off of my ewe".

There were three ducks that got arrested while messing
around at the pond.
The judge orders the ducks to come in one at a time to
speak their piece.
The first duck comes in.
"What's your name, son?", the judge asks.
"Duck", replied the duck.
"What are you in for?" the judge asks.
"Well, I was sitting at the pond blowing bubbles, and
the cop came by and arrested me."
The judge said "O.K., send in the next duck."
The next duck came in. His name was "Duck,Duck", and
he told the exact same story as the first duck.
Finally, the judge sent for the third duck.
As he came in, the judge said,"Let me guess...Your
name is Duck,Duck,Duck...right?"

The duck replied, "No sir, my name is Bubbles."

I bring it up, walleroo, whenever I think of your lovelorn self, yearning unrequitedly in public for cross-species contact with a certain Barista.

Personally, however, I have never gamboled come spring nor even skittered away, though I suppose the latter is much to your own liking.

Croiagusnam, your quip reminds me of when someone on a Scottish farm finally explained to me why 'Wellies' have buckles and when in fact to unbuckle them. Though I won't repeat that tidbit here lest it sets walleroo to bounding.

While riding one day, an Irishman met cathar riding along with a dog and a sheep and he began a conversation.
Irishman: "Hey, nice dog you got there. Mind if I speak to him?"
cathar: "Dog?s don?t have the skills for interlocution."
Irishman: "Hey dog, how's it going?"
Dog: "Doin' alright."
cathar: Look of shock.
Irishman: "Is this your owner?" Pointing at cathar.
Dog: "Yep."
Irishman: "How does he treat you?"
Dog: "Real good. He walks me twice a day, feeds me great food, and takes me to the lake once a week to play."
cathar: Look of disbelief.
Irishman: "Mind if I talk to your horse?"
cathar: "Horses can?t verbalize."
Irishman: "Hey horse, how's it going?"
Horse: "Good."
cathar: Extreme look of shock.
Irishman: "Is this your owner?" Pointing at cathar.
Horse: "Yep."
Irishman: "How does he treat you?"
Horse: "Pretty good, thanks for asking. He rides me regularly, brushes me down often, and keeps me in a shed to protect me."
cathar: Complete look of utter amazement.
Irishman: "Mind if I talk to your sheep?"
cathar: "That sheep is a knothead and a liar ."

Duckie, I can only guess now that you're someone who keeps his Wellingtons unbuckled all the time. Just in case you get lucky, to be sure.

My name's not Bear Stearns, cathar.