D, a couple of friends visiting from Madison, and I went out for cocktails last night. I drank Sprite on account of my cold and allergies. Somehow, we ended up at the front bar of the Gennifer Flowers night club. Yeah, Gennifer “with a G” Flowers of “Bill Clinton took advantage of me when I was a lowly secretary back in Little Rock, Arkansas” fame. She’s got an amazing voice and sang some jazz standards through those seemingly botox-filled lips. During a trip to the ladies’, I chatted with her for a few minutes. Turns out her husband works for Prudential Real Estate in the same building as me. Once she met me, she kept calling me “baby” which was stupendously weird. I came this close to asking her how much she got paid by the Republicans for selling Clinton down the river, but decency prevailed. See, the filter works when Maitri doesn’t drink. So, that’s my claim to small-time fame for this year. Yaay.
The real news here: It was my first time in the Quarter when I didn’t touch a drop of alcohol. What is this world coming to?
