Spring Fever has arrived, They called it puppy love, and I have been bitten by the bug and every other euphamism for falling in love.
It is just fast-paced enough for my super-limited attention span! Talk about your INSTANT gratification. Little spurts of adrenaline as a result of instant world-wide publication, and it still satisfies your friend AND celebrity stalking hunger with little snacks throughout the day.
Twitter, where have you been all my life.
In other news, I went to a real gay bar for the first time this weekend. And I have a question. And it DEMANDS asking. IS THAT SERIOUSLY WHERE ALL THE ATTRACTIVE MEN IN DC HAVE BEEN HIDING?!?!!?
I fear that the answer is a deafening and utterly depressing "yes."
so ladies, if you've been wondering- that's where they all are. At a gay bar called "town" on saturday nights for Madonnarama. Sometimes in a dress, sometimes with their shirts off, always not where you're looking.
unless you're me circa Sat night. Then you're just plain looking in all the wrong places.