Bold facers display their blithe indifference to the common man in this week's Wonk'd as Alan Greenspan laughs uproariously at the unsuspecting pawns in Borat, Bill Clinton ignores dead bodies in the street, and fey Karl Rove won't even give a guy a courtesy nod. James Baker still keeps it real by hanging at bars - but only if they're really classy. At least there's always Marion Barry, who's hip to the hot spots, and down with the cool styles. All these celebrity drinking habits, plus Grover Norquist reduced to buying last season's irregular suits off the rack, after the jump.


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* I saw Alan Greenspan while waiting in line at the Georgetown Loews Theater on Saturday [11/4]. He was leaving after seeing either an earlier showing of Borat or whatever movie was in the adjacent theater that ended at the exact same time. He didn't seem to be accompanied by anyone besides Andrea Mitchell.

* Saw Grover Norquist looking at suits at the Marshall's on Route 1 south of Old Town [11/6]. He was with a blond, wife-ish looking woman.

* Spotted Anthony Bourdain [11/14] minding the shop and terrorizing the wait staff, at his restaurant Les Halles.

* My boyfriend and I saw ABC anchor Terry Moran having a drink at Dragonfly last Wednesday [11/9] around midnight. I was going to approach him to say hello (and ask "Why is Nightline still on the air?") but he was soon met by a very young, very attractive brunette. They were laughing and talking like they knew each other pretty well. Did I mention she was young? They left together after about 20 minutes.

* James "Mr. Wolfe" Baker was at the Round Robin Bar at The Willard Hotel Monday night [11/13] with three other people (one of whom I felt like I should have recognized, but DC has so many crusty old crackers it's hard to keep track of 'em). His table was immersed in conversation about tall Republicans (apparently Michael Steele is 6-4) before they started reading a New York Times article about Tony Blair calling for change in Mideast policy, which makes sense as the Iraq Study Group was having a videoconference with Blair that day. Baker was drinking a light wine garnished with a piece of fruit. Not exactly manly, but as he's currently trying to save the world, no one gave him any grief for it.

* At the Chi-Cha Lounge on Sunday night [11/12] around 7pm I spotted Marion Barry and an unknown female companion. After talking to the bartender, I learned that Barry dined at the table by the DJ booth with the aforementioned female companion. The woman was younger, maybe early 30s, didn't seem like a hooker. Barry was sipping cognac and watching the Steelers game. He wore a dated white and blue Reebok zip up track jacket, a bluetooth ear thingamajig, and a baseball cap (cap was removed due to Chi-Cha lounge policy, which lay bare his nasty, molting, balding head). The woman busied herself with a hookah. The pair left together with their leftover food.

* At approx 9pm last night [11/14], on the corner of 46th street and 6th Ave. in Manhattan, I witnessed a pissed off cabbie punch his drunk passenger in the face, leave him lying motionless in the gutter, and drive away. A crowd quickly assembled to gawk/dial 911. Roughly 30 seconds after the cabbie sped off, former President Bill Clinton and 6-8 secret service guys walked by (walking north on 6th). There was no possible way he could have missed what had just happened (or the drunk guy laid out in the streets). Yet our compassionate ex-pres just kept on walking. Funnily enough, the gawk/dial 911 crowd quickly turned into a "Bill Clinton shook my hand!"/"Did you see his hair?"/"shit, is that guy breathing?" crowd.

* I was leaving the 9:30 club on Friday night [11/10] and passed Matt Yglesias heading east on U. St. He was loudly chatting with friends and referring to himself in the third person in Bob Dole fashion, "Matt Yglesias does this," and "Matt Yglesias knows that." Pretty funny.

* I passed Karl Rove in Lafayette Park [11/13]. It was overcast and cold so the park was empty, and I spotted him 20 yards out. He passed me without even acknowledging my existence and I turned to watch him as he walked away. When he got to H Street, the light was about to turn so he quickly scampered across the crosswalk and headed up 16th obliterating any delusions of grandeur when I saw that he totally runs like a girl.

* I saw George Stephanopoulos at the William B. Travis State Department Building at about 3:20 pm [11/16].

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