Holy crap.

Five grand — at a minimum — to get “up close and personal” with Hugh Hewitt? Sounds flippin’ rad. But I don’t know. Maybe I’m spoiled. Could anything really top the famed National Review Woolsey-Bennett Cruise of ’04?

Now that was a bitchin’ time. I thought the debauchery peaked when David Frum got tossed on G&Ts, shaved his eyebrows, and heaved a baby grand off the ship’s upper balcony. But then bam! The next night, it happened: Ben Wattenburg, a mud shark, and a shit-faced Think Tank groupie.

Nobody’ll ever top that story. So stop trying, Norm Ornstein.

I particularly like this line:

This is truly the cruise of a lifetime. You’ll enjoy stimulating conversation and take part in philosophical and moral conversations with three of Amreica’s [sic] greatest thinkers.

There’s so much that’s funny about those two sentences. One thing we know for sure: Hugh’s already got the wet t-shirt contest wrapped up.

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