I suspect most of the women who worked there felt bad about abandoning the “Good Wife Guide” and not having a hot toddy or a Harvey Wallbanger ready as their husbands came home. Anything for the cause though… … More An Idiot Sandwich Joins The Cause
One said she graduated from “Samford.” I thought, “This girl was smart enough to get into Stanford, but can’t pronounce it?” … More The Blue Bell Zombie Sorority
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
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