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Birthday: 6/21/1983
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Interests: people watching, taking pictures, snowboarding, playing in the snow
Expertise: speaking in broken german, dancing like a fool, giggling and being ridiculously silly.
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Saturday, June 03, 2006

not all who wander are lost.. but maybe some are.


Saturday, May 20, 2006

(Saturday, May 13, 2006)

it's all about who you know and what they can do for you

I've learned a few things these past few weeks, spanning from the political to the practical: 

- Joschka Fischer, a German politician very near to my heart, was more inspired by Bob Dylan than Marx and Lenin in the 60s.  Rather interesting for an original member of the 68ers..

- Speaking of Germans.. Cem Oezdemir basically rocks at life!  Not only is he a Turkish-German, but he was also a German politician who is now a member of the European Parliament.  If you understand the common German feelings towards Turkish folk, you'll know why this is such a major feat.

- When going to a Kentucky Derby party, take care not to say Louie-ville for fear of offending your hosts.  Rather, practice the "correct" pronounciation beforehand, and you'll be the hit of the party.  Also noteworthy, a "talk Derby to me party" refers to a 60 second horse race, not hounds - horses.  One last tidbit, watch out for those boubon-laden Mint Juleps. 

- I went to 3 proms during high school, and none of them were as fun as anti-prom at the Black Cat.  The moral here?  The playlist really does matter and (anti)prom should be topped off with munching on spicy chicken strips in a booth filled with fellas, preferably at the Diner.

And now I'm off to a bbq in Mt. Pleasant, to be followed with an appearance at an exclusive book party for Nir Rosen, a former bouncer turned New York Times Magazine and Atlantic Monthly journalist, who has also recently been published.

*I'd like to thank those well connected pals of mine for making these insights possible.

-- update -- Two lessons learned from last night: there's no need to leave a rockin' house party with PB as a dj for a bar and 2, hip kids may wear Fred Perry BUT simply wearing FP doesn't make you hip.  Maybe Fred Perry should pull an a&f and be a bit more exclusive.


(Saturday, April 22, 2006)

"I'm only asking you because I think you're the best researcher here"

Flattery will get you everywhere.


(Wednesday, April 05, 2006)

"Spring Break" - DC Style

I may have graduated from college, but that doesnt mean that the Spring Break fun has to end!  Lauren's visit encouraged Spring Break behavior, from which I have many many fabulous memories.  Day 1 confirmed my previous disdain for Citron and my <3 for the Front Page.  Day 2 involved sampling liquor/beer from various French speaking countries at the French Embassy and bar hopping with a certain Foreign Leader's son, who happens to have an interesting fascination with Canadian stickers...  Day 3 continued with a quick stop at Local 16, where I met a certain ivy-leaguer who ended up being even lamer than a certain NAFer's party.. (ouch)  Day 4 took us to the monuments in a vain attempt to see those much talked about Cherry Blossoms, after which we were stood up at Bertuccis by supposed friends, and ended with Grays Anatomy at the Marriott with crispy cremes.  Day 5's rocking out to the Arctic Monkeys concert was made even better by the Ian look-alike bartender who delighted in our bringing back Greyhounds to the stylish folks of DC. Sadly, it ended with my intoxicated self spilling secrets to a would-be (?) journalist/blogger.. eep! 

 

Also - I apparently "touched" said Foreign Leader's Son's "..."  To which he replied "that was lovely."

 

At least I have "a great accent."


so.. lately I've actually been blogging on my myspace page, instead of on here.  So.. I'll post my previous blogs here, so as to update ya'll.



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