The Bethesda kids took me out last night. We had dinner at Morton’s, this swank steakhouse. They had oysters -bleh- for an appetizer, but I tried a crab cake. Delightful! Then I ate a big fat filet mignon and then chocolate souffle. Then we had drinks in a bar on the roof of the Hotel Washington. It was thisclose to the enormous phallic symbol, (the largest piece of masonry in the world) and I could have hocked a loogie down onto the Treasury Department. I could actually see the windows of the Oval Office, but did not spy any hijinks… The occupant is away at Do-Nothing Ranch this month.
Now I’m off to find a Starbucks. Rockville awaits.