Tick Tock: The Bonjean Christmas Party

The annual Christmas party held at the home of private GOP strategist  Ron Bonjean and his wife, Sara, can never be described as a somber affair. There are things you can bank on: a washed up actor, laughter, an ice luge, a smelly elf who makes balloon toys, more laughter, food, drink and good holiday cheer! Hoards of journos and Capitol Hill and K Street types piled into the couple’s home on Saturday night. This year’s actor was looney-eyed activist Gary Busey (a vast difference from last year’s relatively subdued Mr. Belding). Busey was a real hit with the ladies because what woman doesn’t want her bra snapped at a party? There was also an increasingly drunken dirty dancing dude in a pink bunny costume making his way around the tent. You’ll hear more about him later. We warmly bring you a moment by moment guide to the evening.

8 p.m. FishbowlDC dines with former FBDCer Matt Dornic, now at CNN, at Neyla in Georgetown. He asks the bartender what to eat that won’t cause bad breath.

10:15 p.m. FBDC arrives. We pass conservative commentator S.E. Cupp and Rep. Raul Labrador‘s (R-Idaho) Chief of Staff John Goodwin, who were leaving the party.

10:16 p.m. Spotted: House Maj. Leader Eric Cantor‘s (R-Va.) Communication’s Director Brad Dayspring. Speak of the devil! We were just saying he’d probably be here.

10:17 p.m. A partygoer remarks: “Gary Busey is holding court somewhere. I’m going to sit on his lap.”

10:18 p.m. Be careful, warns The Hill‘s Emily Goodin. Gary Busey is “grabby.”

10: 19 p.m. NRCC Spokesman Brian Walsh introduces his new blond, shapely girlfriend around the party. He remarks, “Gary Busey is quite a character.” Another partygoer remarks, “This is getting f–king crazy. Busey is crazy.”

10:20 p.m. A male guest on Busey: “People are complaining about the boob grabs.”

10:21 p.m. Guests line up to meet Busey and take their picture with him. One enormous woman in a gray dress poses with him. He wraps his arm around her, reaches for her bra strap, and SNAP!

10:22 p.m. A woman in line laughs at the bra snapping and says, “We still gotta get a photo. What the hell, right?”

10:25 p.m. Female partygoer says, “I think there are hookers here. I don’t know what the f–k is going on.”

10:30 p.m. FBDC gets face time with Busey. He thankfully stays away from my bra strap. “We need to turn this mess into a message,” he says, speaking of the political landscape, explaining that his goal is to be a political motivational speaker (he successfully lobbied for a helmet law after he got into an accident and suffered a head trauma). I ask what side of the political spectrum he’s on and he replies, “I’m on the right side. I’m like a heat seeking missile when it comes to telling the truth.” So who’s he backing? That’d be Newt Gingrich. At this point he says he can’t hear me even though I try leaning into each ear to shout my questions at the top of my lungs above the din of mingling guests. He directs me to his publicist, Michael Conley, who’s standing nearby. “Oh, he’s very charismatic,” Conley says of Busey. “He tells the truth so people relate to him. He says what people are afraid to say. Gary has never been afraid to tell the truth because the truth is the truth.” What else would the truth be besides the truth? Who wrote these talking points? “He’s here to help humanity and be who God wants you to be,” Conley says, explaining that Busey is very into the Golden Rule. So does this mean that I get to snap his briefs?