Cerise and I slept in on Sunday, arising around nine for a breakfast of cage-free eggs Benedict, broiled organic giant pummelo with Barbados turbinado, home made miniature almond croissants, cappuccino and Taittinger mimosas with blood orange juice I squeezed with my own, bare hands. After that, we went back to bed. When we finally made… Continue reading Vive La Whizzers Grenouille
Month: January 2008
Aunt Hillary’s Pancakes or Uncle Obama’s Rice?
Like most folks in DC, I didn’t have much work scheduled yesterday. I did go downtown to my office around three in the afternoon to meet with a couple of foreign clients, but not much else was going on. I had given my private secretary the day off, of course, and scheduled that single appointment… Continue reading Aunt Hillary’s Pancakes or Uncle Obama’s Rice?
Tickle Me Cash Flow
It snowed again today here in Washington, setting off the usual state of irrational panic in the populous. I had gone in to work downtown very early in order to accommodate a client who, like a great many in this city, confuses getting out of bed at five a.m. with virtue and productivity. He’s in… Continue reading Tickle Me Cash Flow
Way Hey, Blow the Man Down
Around six o’clock, Washington starts drinking. That’s six o’clock in the evening, of course, except on Capitol Hill. And so it was around six p.m. yesterday that I was escorted to a watering hole located in one of the many high-rise hotels that cluster along US Route 1, or Jefferson Davis Highway as they so… Continue reading Way Hey, Blow the Man Down
And Another One Bites the Dust
About ten this morning, I met with an FBI agent bound for Sudan. He’s headed over there with some other FBI agents and FBI technicians to support a contingent of Department of State Security Agents investigating the untimely demise of a fellow named John Granville, an American and an employee of the US Government, who… Continue reading And Another One Bites the Dust