Casey Corr = Wuss
Our awesome intern, Sarah, is assembling a list of election night parties, so we can crash ‘em and give you a full report of what the winners and losers are up to all night.
When Sarah called up Casey Corr’s campaign office, the mayor’s boy himself answered. And where, she asked, is his party?
“I appreciate your work, but I’m not going to give you any information.”
Oh, come on Casey! Are you really so scared of the Stranger—or pissed because we endorsed your opponent, Jan Drago—that we’re banned from your party? And are you really that stupid?
We’re reporters, Casey. Remember? You used to be one of those. It’s our job to get information.
And got the info, we did. We simply gave a politically-minded young woman—someone unaffiliated with the Stranger—your phone number. She just called: “Wow! He answered his own phone, and his party is at 21 Mercer at 8:00. He also wanted to tell me about his bristling young democrats and how awesome they are. Weirdo.”
See ya at T.S. McHugh’s, Casey!