He stood behind the podium, immediately singling me out because of the Lewinsky description he probably edited himself, “So I understand you met one of my reporters the other night.” … More Election Postmortem II: Ever After
Two twenty-somethings with frightening tangible chemistry, drunk on politics and booze, of course, we decided to go back to his place… … More Election Postmortem I: A Politically Incorrect Bedtime Story
Until chin burn, I thought hickeys were the only Scarlet Letter that signaled what you were up to the night before … More Bitten & Burned by Love
He invited me to see his 80s CD collection, we threw on some tunes from St. Elmo’s Fire, and well … More Putty In My Hands
I left feeling stupid. Not only because I couldn’t remember what the Magna Carta was … More Slop Bucket List
Go out, wake up hung-over, go to work, and do it all over again … More It’s Powdered Pasta Sauce Day!
With no potluck, no desk sex, and rum running out, Peter and I decided it was time to go … More Not Church Tongue