Sometimes I have to take a break from working on behalf of the small people and allow myself a moment in the social whirl. So tonight I am heading out to a party at the cool local pizza shop -- owned by David Brock's SO -- in honor of its appearance on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives this evening. I am hoping that I was not caught on camera with pizza on my face a couple of months ago when they filmed the episode. I owe my invite to Stanley, who is an ambassador of good will and friend to all of the staff there. I tell you what -- waiting tables is difficult -- waiting tables while they film a television show is unbelievably stressful.
But that's just the warm-up event, because tomorrow night I am going to the White House as Mr. Plus-One -- hey, better "plus one" than plus sizes as they say. Speaking of which, wardrobe choice is rather difficult as it is billed as business casual, will be outdoors, and it has been 90 degrees or more with ungodly humidity here for I don't know how many days. And evidently the President will be there -- no doubt not sweating while I look like Fat Elvis under a Vegas spotlight. I am tempted to wear my favorite bowling shirt -- a vintage one, once owned by a wonderfully large man with a different name than mine. Sadly, we're about a day away from the temperature heading back down to 80 or so. (And no, l will not be wearing khakis and a polo shirt like every other DC dork -- right now, I'm thinking black pants and black shirt -- nothing says sweltering summer day quite like that.)
I will give you the full report on my co-optation by the man.
