Royal Bitch

This is what I'm drinking now: Royal Bitch Reserve Shiraz 2005. I was initially drawn to the bottle because of the label but was told by the owner of Modern Liquors, my neighborhood store, that it's a very good wine. I figured at $10.99, why not give it a try? I love it! It goes with everything and by itself very well. And if you're going to be a bitch, why not be a royal bitch?

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The Shelter Comes to DC

Let the dancing begin!

This is how much of a house head I am: A couple of years ago I packed my little rolling suitcase and took the Chinatown bus to New York at 2 am. I arrived at 6 in the morning and immediately took a taxi to ClubShelter. I checked my suitcase at the door and danced until 10 am. The place was packed the entire time. It's a strange but comforting feeling to know that there are other people in the world who are into dancing at 6 am. I then visited family across the bridge in Jersey.
Tonight I plan on shedding a few pounds on the dance floor.

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Am I a Grownup?

I was recently in the company of an 18 year old and felt compelled to ask what the kids do for fun these days. I'm never around kids except for the occasional visit with my sister and her kids. Well, this particular teen who lives in DC, gave me a run down of her social life. I was surprised to find out that hers was not much different than mine. She mentioned: going out to eat, art/music/fashion events, hanging out at a friend's place, going to the movies, and shopping. Yeah, pretty much the same for me. Boyfriend? Nope. Me either. She even said she didn't really like kids and probably would never have any. Now that was funny. But seriously, I really began to think about how different I am from an 18 year old college kid this past Sunday at a Super Bowl party thrown by some neighborhood friends. There was a keg, people playing beer pong, and so much pot being smoked I'm sure I got a contact high in addition to my hangover. And yes, these are all over-25 people with jobs and in some cases mortgages. Maybe this is what happens when people don't get married or have kids.
But the one thing that I can say distinguished me from the 18 year old: she said she wanted to be a trophy wife one day and do nothing all day but shop. Poor thing. A sense of reality usually does come with age.

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What Do You Say When...

...the janitor at your job asks if you are single? This has happened on more than one job in my life and I still haven't come up with a good response. It bugs me that women often have to be bothered with this kind of crap at work, and it raises several other issues.

First, what should a woman - ok let's be clear, a single woman in my case - say when the male janitor asks such a question. And no, I'm not trying to be funny. I actually find this to be an annoyingly difficult situation to navigate. Why? Mainly because this is someone you have to see everyday and you sometimes need him to do things like empty your trash and you want to maintain a cordial work environment. Similar to the administrative assistant. So, you don't want to shoot off the first thing that comes to mind, which for me is: "Are you kidding?" Do I look like I'm interested in talking to you?" No, that would be bad. I'm not trying to be the bitch at work. As many of you may be thinking, why don't I just say the politically correct thing: "That's an inappropriate question to ask me. I would appreciate it if you would refrain from doing so." I'm not a fan of that either. While I would be completely justified in saying that, the response would also come off badly like I'm a bitch and there goes the cordial environment. And as we all know, office politics can be a tricky game. What did I say? Unfortunately, I ended up lying and said I was not single. I really hate having to do that in responding to any guy I want to go away because while it has the desired effect of them going away, I feel that I have given these guys the wrong impression that if I were single, they would have a chance and they will then continue their bad behavior with other women. I mean really, the guy who goes around asking women if they are single is usually someone who doesn't stand a chance in hell of dating them. I don't mean to sound classist, but why in the world would I date the janitor on my job? I don't believe in dating men I work with at all, let alone the janitor! Collegial work relationships that turn into love relationships can happen but they're usually based on common interests, shared experiences, etc. So, why shouldn't I just say, "Yes, I'm single but I would never date you." Sounds mean I know.

Secondly, why is it that women are always dealing with this issue? I'm sure men sometimes have this problem but nowhere near the rate that women do. And I'm always amazed that it's still happening even in this era of sexual harassment policies. Most people are aware of these laws. This is not the 1950's. And why are these guys harassing women who are in a much higher occupational level? Aren't they at all afraid of losing their jobs? I get enough of that on the street and really don't need it at work.

And speaking of annoying men on the street, what do you say to these questions/comments?:

• Hey baby, can I go with you?
• Smile, it's not that bad.
• Psst, can I talk to you?
• Where's your man?
• Do you want some company?

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Inauguration Reflection

Now that's one hot couple!






I still don't think the enormity of the past few days has really set in for me. For the most part, when it comes to politics (and men), I'm cynical and apathetic. But I was definitely overwhelmed by this history-making event and the degree of excitement in the air. I mean, as a country have we ever seen such love, adoration, and support for anyone, much less a politician? Some of the things I saw: the Obama Burger (pic below), Barack Obama water, a ChocObama candy bar at ACKC for $8.50, Barackwurst, Obama Hennessy bottles at the liquor store around the corner, Obama acrylic nails, saints bracelets with the saints replaced with Obama...While I want to linger in the moment, I am cautious only because I know that public opinion can change quite quickly. But I've decided to revel for now.

Sign outside of the Grand Slam at the Grand Hyatt. I didn't have one but was told by the manager that it was a blackened burger with blue cheese. Uh, blackened?

These guys were apparently drunk and asking for money.

Not something I see often in my neighborhood.

This either. Satellite central.

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