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
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
Tragically, I thought I looked fabulous… … More The One Where I Walked to Blockbuster Naked
My gluttony knew no bounds… … More No Such Thing as a Free Lunch
Reporter and I casually saw each other the rest of the semester. Despite a teacup set displayed in the corner of his bedroom, I was taken with him. (Regardless of where it was from [Reporter clears throat and shoots cuffs for WASPy emphasis “the New York Athletic Club…”] it was a strange decorating choice.) Whenever … More Ivy League
It was the first, but sadly not last, time a Burr President looked over my head at an alumni event to see who was more important to talk to… … More Tapping That: Alumni Fundraising
The communal cordless rang and rang about six hours before most of my roommates and I would have even considered getting out of bed. It was Reporter, and in those couple of minutes between realizing you are hungover and not knowing if you were going to be ok that day, I agreed to a road … More Media Driven
I might be the only person turned on by all things included in the Architect of the Capitol’s yearly budget… … More Capitol Steps and Missteps: My Mild, Probable Ride
The whole thing was a letdown. Especially when miniature cats made out of white chocolate are part of the main event… … More Van Gogh’s Disappointing Holiday Garlic Chicken