Back in D.C., a town of which I’m becoming quickly acquainted. I love it. It seems to keep pitching woo right back at me. Maybe it’s time to stop the running around and settle down for a commitment … of blogger and city. Make this thing formal. But for now I’m a visitor and a St. Louis native. We’ll fantasize about running away to the Capitol another day.
I’m hanging out at Le Pain Quotidien near Eastern Market for the food and the wi-fi in my prettiest green dress still exhausted from the night before. The morning session was about poverty (serious), I got rebuffed by House Speaker Nancy Pelosi’s security detail while trying to take a short cut (hilarious). I got to meet The Root’s new executive editor Danyel Smith and so far none of my nails have broken. The morning was muy bueno. Alas, the hair frizzed up at first sign of moisture and is now secured tightly in a bun.
At least I have this picture to document that it was not a frizzy nightmare when I left the house that morning.
Aside from answering the question, “What is The Black Snob,” I’ve spent most my time listening to others, absorbing information and wondering what I would blog about today when I’m on such a tight blogging schedule? Healthcare? The president? Ponderings about what exactly is Kanye West’s girlfriend, Amber Rose’s job? I mean. What does that chick put down on a W2 form? The winnless wars in Iraq and Afghanistan? Poverty (since I did go to a session all about poverty)? Or should I just wait until after tonight to write more depending on what I get into afterhours?