It was a freezing late January Sunday morning in 2003. Having just conducted a 6 a.m. post-op briefing for major donors to the Conservative Political Action Conference, commonly known as CPAC, a bleary-eyed and wildly hungover me had stepped outside of the Crystal Gateway Marriott for the first time in five days. Five days without fresh air messes with your head, and I immediately recognized that upon taking my first breath. 

And when I got home my wife at the time yelled at me. For doing my job. I’m pretty sure I coined the social media tag #FML that day.

This was after the following:

But there were good moments! Among them:

And…

I was the last person to serve as executive director of both the American Conservative Union and CPAC. To say the roles, particularly when combined, were bonkers crazy would be a massive understatement. It was good for the ego—people kissed my ass and bought me way too many drinks and steaks all over town because they wanted to speak at the conference—but it was hard on the psyche of a sensitive soul who had no interest, really, in ass-kissing and cocktails. Ultimately, I wanted to be a normal family man, which I was, until I moved to Washington. And then it all fell apart. Another story for another time.

Still, CPAC is a tour de force, and thanks to my incredibly gifted successors, including Carin Walters, who now runs what is a massive show, it will be so for the foreseeable future. If you are going to CPAC, and if you run into Carin or any of her committed staff, throw them a thanks. They need it more than you might know. Ain’t easy out there for…well…you know. Rhymes with “skimps.”