Flowers In The Quarter

D, a couple of friends visiting from Madison, and I went out for cocktails in the Quarter last night. I drank Sprite on account of my cold and allergies, while DG fed sidewalk weeds to a police horse parked outside the Eighth District police station and I tried to stop / pretended not to know her. 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 prodigious collagen-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. So, that’s my claim to small-time fame for this year. Yaay.