Will There Be Blood?

I didn’t really want to accept Roscoe’s invitation for Cerise and me to party with him at Dick Cheney’s Undisclosed Location the night of Valentine’s Day.  When I told Cerise, though, she seemed to be convinced that visiting a place that calls itself “the most exclusive Washington nightclub that’s not in Washington” would be fun.… Continue reading Will There Be Blood?

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?