What Scooter Libby And I Talked About
Those looking for new insight into the Plame affair can only be disappointed with Matt Cooper's latest epistle in Time that opens with this charming image: "I was wet, smelling of chlorine." [LINK]
It is, however, heartening to see the magazine experiment with the print version of reality television -- surely an unexpected bonus for Mr. Cooper's many fans who have long yearned to learn every detail of their hero's fascinating life. We can now safely confirm that, yes, Mr. Cooper was indeed "invited to a fancy Washington country club by friends" on July 12, 2003. A club -- we should note -- so fancy that it did not allow the use of unmannerly devices such as cell phones, forcing our intrepid reporter to make repeated trips to the parking lot in the arduous course of duty, i.e. to call Scooter Libby.
So zealous was Mr. Cooper in pursuing his assigned task that he "raced home without showering in order to take Libby's call," which was succesfully completed at 3:00 pm on that same day. While Mr. Cooper does not confirm rumors that he was sporting a demure yet saucy french maid costume on Mr. Libby's request, he coyly acknowledges being "sprawled on my bed" during the conversation.
No cigars were harmed in the course of these proceedings.