This is what happens when Wonkette buys Washingtonienne "a" drink at 6PM: We didn't get home until 1AM. The evening began at the Four Seasons and ended in a suburban Virginia farmhouse. We did not, in the end, have to buy any of our own drinks. Pictures were taken. A cell phone was lost. This morning, Mr. Wonkette made us scrambled eggs.
Ah, but was there any a.... well, nevermind.
Also, the long-awaited Washington Post article is out, complete with glamour shot.
After weighing all the evidence, I have to say Ana Marie is far prettier, and obviously a lot smarter, than her partner in crime.Posted by wasylik at May 23, 2004 02:14 PM | TrackBack