The Kristin Davis Post-Election Party: Pretty Much What You’d Expect


By Brianna Strange

“Who’s Kristin Davis?” The woman at coat check had no idea what was going on. That is probably fair, given that the crowd wasn’t what you’d expect at a typical post-election party for a gubernatorial candidate. Kristin Davis isn’t your typical candidate for Governor of New York.

Last night, the Anti-Prohibition Party hit up Taj Lounge on 21st Street in Manhattan. Kristin Davis looked sharp in a pair of suede, knee-high black boots with a steep heel, and her gray skintight dress and bottle-blonde hair completed the outfit. Instead of handshakes, she gave hugs. She chatted briefly about the name of her party — The Anti-Prohibition Party — and about how many votes she was anticipating. “I hope to get 150,000,” she laughed.

If you ever played intramural sports or wished you were the quarterback, this is your scene. “I’m the worst candidate because I don’t have anything to lose,” Davis said. A guy wearing a fedora, Andrew Miller, looked like he belonged in South Beach. Miller is Davis’s campaign manager and Roger Stone’s protégé from St. Louis. “If you study political science, you starve,” Miller said. Miller dropped out of high school at 16 and eventually became Stone’s driver in, fittingly, South Beach. Caputo, who was not celebrating a victory with Paladino, had also been Stone’s driver. Everybody looked pleased with themselves, looked like they had started their own club of cool kids. Miller talked to Steve Kramer, a political consultant with an office in Paris, about working on a Pro-Marijuana PAC. “I’m out of a job after this,” Miller said. “I’ve been bustin’ my balls for free on this.”

Roger Stone waltzed through the door with a busty, redhead who was clad in a tight, high-waisted skirt and a white cap-sleeved shirt. This is Kat. Kat (see Stone at NYC’s Gay Pride Parade) said she is an instructor at a gym. She actually teaches foreplay, but that’s cool, too. Kat mentioned her work on Davis’s campaign. Stone, Miller, Davis and crew work out of Stone’s apartment-cum-office. “I’m just the typist,” Kat giggled.

This could have been a party for Mad Men. In a pinstripe suit and tortoise-shell glasses, a buxom Kat on his arm, Stone wiped his sweating brow and watched his young friends frolic around big screens where something about the election was being projected. “I’m always looking for new clients,” Stone said. His business card is black with four white skull and crossbones across the front. Kat giggled on his arm.

Davis missed the 50,000 mark by more than half, coming in with a whopping 22,775 votes — that is, 1 percent — but this probably doesn’t matter. Nobody at Taj seemed so concerned with the talking heads on TV. Stone personally funded the majority of this party — party as a noun and a verb — and the loss means that the Anti-Prohibition Party doesn’t get automatic ballot status. But Stone will recover from the blood, sweat, and tears he put into Davis’s campaign. When asked about the possibility of getting 50,000 votes for the Anti-Prohibition Party, Stone looked at Davis. “She’s got enormous … charisma.”