San Francisco's beloved Mayor McHottie (or maybe it's just my beloved Mayor McHottie) admitted today that rumors of him shagging the wife of his close friend and colleague were true. The wife (his former appointments secretary, how convenient) admitted the affair (which happened a year and half ago) as part of her therapy for a substance abuse problem.
San Franciscans everywhere said, "Really? I thought he was gay? Is she having his illegimate child? No? Huh." And then two seconds later they went back to their Proseccos and pissaladieres.
I wonder if more Columbian bam bam is passing through City Hall now or when Da Mayor was in office. Oh, I kid.
Don't get me wrong, affairs are serious and would be an absolute deal breaker for me, but San Francisco is used to our Big Mayors thinking with their "Little Mayors."
Gavin, Gavin, Gavin. What happened to your game, yo? Is this 49ers move thing taking a toll on you? First your wife ditches out on you. Then you take up with a 19-year-old hostess. I can't help but think you're about to crack. What happened to the Gavin Newsom with the backbone that starting marrying gay couples in 2004? We want him back.
(I like blue ties on you, by the way. Your signature tie comforts in me in the same way that Donald Trump's comb-over does.)
Please be original and don't announce that you are checking yourself into rehab. Just get it together, dude.
[photo: Paul Chinn]
