Category: First course
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Blurred Lines
Three girls: One with a new baby who was desperately sought, and who is now loved equally as much as she is driving her parents crazy with incessant crying. “Some days I wonder, what have I done?” says this new mother. One is recently divorced, her young marriage gone bad in the usual way that…
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Cheers and Chocolate to My Friend
We share a birthday. You always tell everyone that I am older than you, “By a few hours.” Our kids have been friends pretty much forever; our daughters since age three. We lost touch. We got back in touch just recently. You came to visit me here. I will never forget that. I sent you…
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I Might Get a Dog, Part II
I Might Get a Dog Pros: I would love the companionship a dog provides. I would love to have a dog to run and walk with every day. I would love to take Roulette to the dog park on the beach. I would love to come home after work and have Roulette there to welcome…
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I Might Get a dog
So, what do we think about a three-year-old retired show girl and Boston Terrier named Roulette? I am SO tempted. I will say, one of my guy friends is horrified. Hmm. All comments and opinions welcome.
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Orange Bowl Time!
Gotta love those ‘Hawks tonight. RG Daughter and I will be there in fine style on the 50-yard line, thanks to my very cool GM who will despise his KU gift from us (and hopefully won’t care that I am wearing my ‘Hawks T-shirt to work today–under my suit jacket), and my generous pals at…
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Eight 2008 Resolutions I Will Keep, Mostly
I will give my cell phone to the bartender upon entering any establishment at which I plan to drink more than one glass of wine. I will instruct him or her not to give it back to me until my tab is paid and I solemnly swear on the name of my ancient cat that…
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The List
Every year, the Washington Post (and I am sure every other publication in the world) publishes a year-end list of what is in, what is out. Last night, upon returning to Palm Tree-ville after a few days in cold and rainy D.C., my crazy friend and I made our lists over dinner and a couple…
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Let’s Make That Deal For Real
At 10:00 p.m. on Sunday, I was rooting the Redskins to victory and leaving the sports bar with a single wine spritzer under my belt. My biggest concerns at that moment? Two: that the Giants would pull it out, again; incredulity and annoyance that one of the stupidest bartenders I’ve ever regularly over-tipped despite her…
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I’m Back with the Best of What I Can Get
Random Guest Compliments: “I love the food here.” “The scenery’s not bad either.” “Yeah. I definitely come here for the scenery.” Should I be offended that I am considered scenery? In my way, I am. In my way, I am not at all. Work Friends: “Hey, RG, you look incredible, baby, as always. What’s up?”…
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Dear Diary
Thank God 10th grade is finally over! I ate too much fast food (why are fries the best?), I know I drank too much (my fake ID is awesome!), and the boys I went out with–well I had a little too much of them, too. Not that 10th grade wasn’t fun. It was SO fun.…