I think my brain wanted today to be Sunday and thus no story. Or maybe I just don’t like the letter “g?”
Dinner in Georgetown aka The Blind Date from Hell
“I just love Georgetown, Adam” Tiffany confides.
I open my mouth to comment, but she continues.
“You never know who you’ll see. Celebrities, you know? I’m all about the celebrities. I once saw that tall pretty one from Real Housewives of Potomac. She was eating here. They’re so talented.”
“Reality tv stars, silly. They think of all of those really interesting things on the spot. They have to be so smart and talented.”
I’m about to mention that reality tv shows are scripted, but…
“Movie stars and musicians are here a lot too.”
“And politicians.” I throw in the words when she takes a breath.
“Oh, I wouldn’t recognize a politician. They are so boring and ugly. They just talk and blah, blah, blah. I mean, who can talk that much and have so little to say? I think I’ll be discovered here, you know? Like a director will see me and, like, jet me away to Hollywood. Just like a fairytale. That’s why I have all my dates here. You never know.”
Her words continue, her high-pitched voice like a gnat buzzing in my ear. Extra points to you, my bestie, Brigitte, for this blind date from hell.