A couple weeks later someone organized an all-class outing to Georgetown. Per usual, drinks, yadda yadda, dancing, yadda yadda, flirting with Putty, yadda yadda. But this night was different. He seemed into me. When the possibility of hooking up is in the air somehow the conversation always turns to how boring the night had become … More Putty In My Hands
While I was able to shower the stink of the day away, the stigma of being a Putty-lover amongst Putty-haters never washed off. I wanted to show Callie how hot Putty was, so I invited him to meet up with us in Foggy Bottom. We walked in, and in a private nook to our right, … More Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?
As the semester wore on, so did my patience with Putty. I wasn’t used to not getting my way, much less not getting a man. Meanwhile, because no one else in D.C. (on the program or not) liked him, he made sure to stay on my good side. I joke that no one liked Putty. … More Lesson Learned: You Piss Everyone Off by Inviting the Class A-hole
I love Town & Country. On Mother’s Day, while my husband made it feel like I had house help, I read all about $3,000 Oscar de la Renta caftans in its pretty shiny pages. There was an entire article on how hard it has been for socialities to make people believe that they are skinny … More A Crime Against Good Etiquette
Luckily Peter was my knight in shining tour guide. One beautiful evening he said he was going to show me “his” D.C. He was sporting a brand new mustache and goatee; one that would stay and make him ‘Meet the Press’ host Chuck Todd’s doppelganger the rest of the semester. Peter drove down past the … More A Historic Evening
While I had been to the big D.C. exhibits on previous trips, I had a bucket list I wanted to experience or re-experience while I was living there. Smithsonian, monuments, museums; I was going to do it all. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of starting with the National Archives. The National Archives’ rotunda houses “The … More Slop Bucket List
The National Parks Service has created some big flubs. The first is, of course, the Washington Monument; because when you think of the father of our country, you immediately imagine a giant phallic obelisk. I think he would have preferred a cherry tree planted in his honor. Or mounted wooden teeth with the engraving “Leader … More Monumental Flub & Love