Gawker sent Philly’s Caity Weaver to OK! Magazine‘s Fashion Week party on Monday night. Amid her run-ins with Real Housewives and other pseudo celebrities, she was approached by former Director of Education and African American Affairs for New Jersey Governor Chris Christie, Brandon Brice.
My friend Chaia and I are sitting on a low brick wall on the patio of a club in the West Village. An inebriated young man, late twenties, early thirties, introduced himself to me a few seconds ago as a representative from “the office of Chris Christie.” I have just asked the inebriated young man why a representative from the office of New Jersey’s Republican governor is attending a Fashion Week party being thrown by OK! Magazine in the West Village on a Monday night.
“Because politicians get the most pussy,” the inebriated young man says.
Talk about poetic. Brice, now an employee of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, didn’t stop there, though.
He asks me if I have a card. I do not. He asks me for my phone number. I tell him I don’t give my phone number out to strangers I meet at parties. He is surprised to discover I think of him as a stranger. I point out that he is a stranger. We compromise by deciding that he will write his contact information in my notebook. He writes “Brandon Brice”—former Director of Education and African American Affairs under Governor Christie, and current employee of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey—and then a mobile number. They depart.