4 posts from 2007

So Chris and I decided to grab dinner out last night - somewhere close to our new sexy diggs on Thomas Circle… so we figured we'd go to the old, uppity political standby  - DC Coast.

Now, we are hungry, thirsty and have been working for 14 hours, so I'm thinking we are pretty easy targets for a positive restaurant experience.

However, DC Coast managed to completely disappoint, from beginning to end. First the waiter tells Chris all about a special that he later finds out the kitchen is out of. Then he recommends a sub-par, overpriced Pinot Noir that didn't pair particularly well with either of our dishes (and it finally arrived at our table as our appetizers were carted away).

The fish fell flat and was fairly tasteless. Our dirty plates also sat in front of us for at least 15 minutes before being cleared.

$150 is not chump change for dinner in DC. I expect a little something extra - particularly at a restaurant as lauded as DC Coast.

Very disappointing – we won’t be visiting again.

I just want to take a moment to comment on caffeine.

I love caffeine. i especially love Red Eyes. Do you know what they are? They are cups of coffee with two shots of expresso.

You kind of feel like you're going to pop out of your chair, but if you are little tired, zoom, zoom ! you're all set.

I'm sipping on one now, in fact. Along with a diet coke and some water for hydration.

Happy Wednesday!

Oh Britney. Dear, dear Britney. What happened to the days of you romping around the VMA stage with snakes and glitter and occasionally Madonna?

You would always lip sync your heart out, and hot damn, what a performer you were. Justin would observe with an equal measure of longing and hatred as you sex kittened your way into every middle aged man’s dreams.

And then ….. The 2007 VMAS.

BABE:  this was your SHOT. Your CHANCE.

To beat down the haters.

To show once and for all “I’m Britney, Bitch!” - Despite the loser husband, the barefoot gas station bathroom visit, the two gene-deprived children, various public viewings of your private parts and the shaved head shenanigans.

You could have left it all behind.

But instead, you showed off your not insubstantial belly, your chipped nails, your doped up rhythm, and margarita laden dance moves.

It was truly a cataclysmic train wreck of historic pop culture proportion.

So what now Britney?

Sucker that I am, I still hold out hope for you. Will you apologize to JT and Timberland?

Will you finally bounce back and silence the critics?  

Don’t break our hearts once again.

My name is Mary Whittle. Small town California girl, big time wall street....political...non-profit consulting...public relations (what's next - bartending?) dreams....

I believe in giving handouts. both from the government and from my own pocket. I believe in the inherent good in almost all people, despite occasional evidence to the contrary. I believe in making jokes about almost everyone and everything. I believe in being friends with republicans, even though I occasionally want to slap them. I believe in Hillary Clinton (and obama and edwards - but most especially hillary - what do you want from me? I went to Smith). I believe in cradle to grave care for our citizens and I believe that it is possible to have good public schools in my lifetime with the right leadership.

I believe that I still don't know if I ever want to go to grad school. I believe I have found the man I want to marry. I believe that I live beyond my means and I really need to get better about that. I believe in Rosa Mexicana's margaritas.

I also believe that California is a better place to live than Washington, DC but I also believe there is a reason I have been here as long as I have. I believe in trial lawyers. I believe in admitting mistakes, even if you are not sure you have made one. I believe in empowering talent to shoot far beyond what you yourself are capable of.

I believe that the internet is the most hopeful, revolutionary and dangerous development of my lifetime.

I believe we never should have gone to Iraq. I believe Democrats were cowards for voting to go.  I believe there is no good answer now. For us or for Iraq.

I believe in God. I believe that most religions get it wrong to some extent, but there is grace and a flow to our lives on earth.

I believe in Sex in the City (the show). I believe in Harry Potter. I believe in the Italian way of life. I believe in really good cabernet. I believe in long vacations and I believe that every person has a gift to give this world and it's not always going to be found professionally.

I think that's all for now. Maybe I will write a post again someday on this blog. We'll see.