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| December 26, 2006
Frohe Zweiter Weihnachten!
 It was just Thursday night, after a lovely dinner in Silver SpringIt was a very special moment for all of us. Then Christmas morning, I wake up (after a very bizarre night of dreams, including--I'm not making this up--an entire original episode of Law & Order: SVU featuring a twist where Mariska Hargitay suspected the wrong sibling...okay, maybe not so original...but still, it's a bit of a strange thing to dream) so I awaken to the news of James Brown's death and think, why couldn't we have been listening to this album instead? Also, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present the gayest missed connection ever. December 19, 2006
December 14, 2006
Scenes from a Steakhouse
Last night, thanks in part to a gift from my parents, Glenn and I had a lovely meal for his birthday at the Morton's in Georgetown, during which the following conversation took place... Me: Oh my god. Glenn: What? Me: I think that's her. Glenn: Who? Me: Don't look obviously, but over there, behind the cute blond waiter, I think that's Katherine Harris. Glenn: I can't see past the blond waiter. Me: You never have been able to. [moments later] Me: Okay, now. You see, in the black sweater, laughing with that table of men in suits. Glenn: Hmm, oh, ok. Me [internally]: Oh my god, I can't believe it. I've waited for YEARS for this to happen. And I thought I would never have the chance since she lost the election. Glenn: I don't know. Are you sure? Me [internally]: Glenn never recognizes anyone. But she is kind of young looking. Glenn: I don't think that's really her. Me: No. Damn, you might be right. She is a bit young. Glenn: And not nearly crazy looking enough. So, I've still yet to have an actual Katherine Harris sighting. My only hope is that she gets a job on K Street for some lobbying firm. Maybe for the Scientologists? But we did see Harold Ford, Jr. on the way out. With a table full of Playboy Bunnies. December 06, 2006
I'm Into Groups
I've been thinking about the Iraq Study Group. I know, I should be thinking about more important things. Like Britney's hoo-ha or Mary Cheney's turkey baster love child. But I've been thinking about the Iraq Study Group. Weird, huh? In every group project I had in school there was always one kid who was the slacker. He would miss all of our meetings. Or show up at the library but sit in the corner staring off into space with a tiny bit of drool collecting at the corner of his mouth. And when we would present, he was the one who would gravitate to the back of the group and avoid eye contact with anyone in the room so as to avoid questions. Basically, the one who always looked stoned.  I'm going to guess for the ISG, Sandra Day O'Connor was the slacker. I really hope so for her sake. I mean she just retired from the Supreme Court after 25 years of service. She probably was really looking forward to golfing, buying turquoise, and not celebrating MLK Day--or whatever it is old people do in Arizona. But, no, Dubya had to pull her back into town to help clean up his little mess. I hope she made Ed Meese write her part. |
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