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December 16, 2003

Dressed to Crash

Last Friday, Kevin and I attended a holiday party at a well known fancy restaurant in Georgetown. I can't remember the last time I saw him in a suit and tie and he had never seen me in my black velvet v-neck dress. The party was being thrown by a company Kevin has been contracting with, so I only knew a couple of people, and I definitely wouldn't have known if we were at the wrong party.

So we check our coats and walk upstairs to the main restaurant. It's beautifully decorated with metallic colored wrapped gift boxes suspended in the air. We make our way through the tuxedo and ballroom-clad crowd to the bar and order a couple of drinks. I recognize no one, and while dressed appropriately, I feel just slightly out of place, which can happen, when you are crashing someone else's party. Once we work our way to the perimeter of the room, we ask the host if this is the correct party. Of course not. Our party was upstairs in the other dining room. So, with drinks in hand, we make our way to the correct holiday party. The one where Kevin immediately recognizes his colleagues, and the one where I can comfortably take a seat by the buffet table and stuff my face with content.

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He finds comfort in losers

When asked about the Washington Wizards 9-20 performance this year being comforting, Tony Kornheiser had this to say:

"It's where they are every year. They have been 9-20 every year for the past 15 years. They stink. They are the constant in our universe and I completely understand how you'd find that comforting."

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December 10, 2003

Room to Vent

I hate being in a bad mood. But between coworkers fighting , personal stuff and the guys who live next door to me, I have had it! It was the guys that put me over the edge. For the past few months, about every other evening, the guy next door and his boyfriend consumate their relationship - against our very thin shared wall. Hearing the act, alone is disturbing enough. It sounds like they are filming porn next door. And the banging against the wall, it is downright rude. And I have had enough. There are four walls in a bedroom, so this evening I am going to slip a polite note under the door requesting that he choose another wall. Because a girl needs her beauty sleep and I hate noise - especially in the evening.

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