| I am SERIOUS. Tommy the Matchmaker at the now defunct Yacht Club in Bethesda's Holiday Inn intoduced us. I was checking on my cheating ex-boyfriend, the one who bragged about running into Neil Bush at a Bangkok child brothel a few years earlier. My ex claimed ANOTHER Capitol Hill staffer ran into Neil on that particular Congressional junket, but friends of my ex claimed my ex was the actual witness. Anyway, I figured the rat was up to other no good at the notorious Yacht Club, so I went there with my only picture of him from a Washington Post real estate neighborhood article on him. Tommy greeted me at the entrance and immediately plunked me down at the bar RIGHT NEXT TO JOHN MCCAIN WITH ELABORATE INTRODUCTIONS. McCain was by himself, I stupidly completely forgot about his 60 Minutes interview on his WIFE'S addiction (there are over 500 Senators and Congresscritters, afterall), and I pulled out my Post article. Dumb me thought he liked graphic artists when I told him my temp job at the USAToday NEWSPAPER was in production. Tommy kept interrupting us by introducing the joint's other fine juiced-up losermen. Meanwhile, a grey-haired Vietnamese woman a couple bar stools away on my other side continued her ongoing conversation with McCain. Tommy interrupted again since it was my turn for a free psychic reading which I desperately needed since I couldn't afford a real detective. When I returned to the bar, the assorted drunks told me McCain left with the Vietnamese woman. DARN!--Just when I was thanking my "lucky stars" for being dumped by a cheating snotty Congressional STAFFER so I could hook up with a real war hero SENATOR! In hind sight, I now know that "my lucky stars" saved me from repeat grief with a higher-ranking cad and my own Larry Flynt press conference, but my 15 minutes of fame may still come. |