this is how you know the bar will be full of black people

at the bar at Next Door, with ADM.  She had a great crabcake.  I had a chili cheese half smoke.  Ain’t nothing wrong with that.

I think I overdid it

Tonight I have made:

-1 cottage pie

– 12 meatballs

– 1 quart of black bean soup

– 72 snickerdoodles

Did I mention that I did all of this working from a cast iron skillet, a 5 quart stockpot and one cookie sheet.  I’m currently on my last dozen cookies.

My back is starting to hurt again.

Cosmos Club


Had dinner last night with VT, his mom and some of his family. At the Cosmos Club.

I love the Cosmos Club because it reminds me of when Lou and I go to the country club back home- I am the only black person there not serving food, and everyone except for the people I’m with looks really confused.

VT had red lentil soup, filet mignon (med rare), and mixed berries for dessert. I had a cranberry and walnut salad and “New Orleans Grilled Mahi-Mahi” with “southern style risotto with beans.” In case you were wondering, “southern style risotto with beans” is Cosmos-speak for red beans and rice. At any rate, it was delicious. My vodka gimlet was not so great, however.

Other dishes around the table included a cold poached lobster salad, complete with the lobster’s head and tail perched on the plate, sauteed cod, and key lime pie.

Good night, but walking home, I realized I should listen to ADM and wear tights.

(BTW, I know you’re all waiting for updates from the party and thanksgiving.   Still working on it.)

happy repeal day!

I am off today and doing laundry/running errands for the party tomorrow and heading out to the DC Craft Bartenders’ Guild Repeal Day Party later tonight.

I went to The Gibson last night. It was great! Lovely vibe, although they are really strict about the seating, they’re so nice you don’t notice. The cocktails are beautifully presented (lots of setting lemon and orange peels on fire and something involving a blowtorch and cinnamon). I hope Tiffany brings back the Bolshevik. Mmmm, beet vodka!

In the meantime, I have to run to Eastern Market to pick up some flowers for the party, and was considering stopping by Good Stuff Eatery while I’m there. Went to check out the menu online, and found this.

Annoying. I have to download a PDF to figure out you’re updating the menu? (Sorry I made you do the same, couldn’t figure out how to embed.)

on the DC dating scene

A bit of explanation-

My blog was once upon a time on blogger. I merged it with another blog that a friend and i started on wordpress (this one) to chronicle the hilarity of our dating experiences. That’s where these two posts came from. There are more in that vein, but we’ve made the decision to keep them private for the time being- the blog as it began was mostly for us and our friends anyway. Also, my dating mishaps are smaller in number these days, and not nearly as funny.

getting started…

My list of dating requirements is relatively simple:
1) taller than me
2) not an asshole

That’s it. Meet those two requirements, and I’m happy to have dinner or a drink or pass an hour or two with you, at least once. (i’ll try anything once)

You’d think it would be easier. A good friend, who moved away from DC to get married, told me I’d have to move if I ever wanted to get married. Our conversation went something like this

her: “I don’t know if it’s the same as 15 years ago, but you’re going to have to move if you want to get married.
me: “But I don’t want to get married. I just want to sit through dinner without wanting to gouge my eyes out with a spoon.”
her: “oh. I’m not sure what to tell you then. But you’re probably out of luck.”

I’d like to think she was wrong. But, sadly, it doesn’t look like it so far. But, dear readers, it has made for some awkward, sketchy, and downwirght hilarious stories. So, welcome to my musings on dating in DC. We might be adding a NYC contingent as well, down the line.