One can only imagine the junk funk

Tbogg noticed this already, but poor Doughy Pantload sweating through the correspondence dinner in his inside out unwashed underoos:

Anyway, why did I think it was awful? For starters, the hotel is under renovation, so the traditional pre-dinner reception in the courtyard was gone this year. This meant that everyone had to congregate indoors which turned the place into a steam bath. Also, neither The Weekly Standard nor NR had a reception this year, which was too bad.

Can you imagine - IMAGINE - how bad those two tables smelled? Jonah Golberg, K-Lo, and Michael Goldfarb all sitting there, the sweat rolling down their front and back. It's likely they installed Commentary Magazine back with them, so the scent of John Podhoretz could act as a bad-funk firebreak.

Plus, they skipped the dessert course this year, which undoubtedly added to the discontent.