Ah yes, it truly is formal dress party season in D.C. Tonight's social calendar includes this soiree, passed around by email:
From: [HILL REPORTER]—C.S.
Location: [WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW]
When: [BIG SECRET]
Aww yeah, its that time again bitches! Once again I've escaped the clutches of death and the federales through no effort of my own and can celebrate yet another solid year of drug and alcohol induced living upon this fine fuckin' earth!! And if that ain't reason enough to celebrate, well then you're a tard.
WARNING -- Bring whoever ya want, but NO HILL STAFF, ACTIVISTS, HIPPIES OR OTHER LOBBYIST TYPES (unless you've been invited, obviously). IF I WANTED TO HEAR ABOUT HOW FUCKED UP I WAS EVERY DAY AT WORK, I'D HAVE IT IN THE FUCKIN CAPITOL BUILDING.