Wonk'd: You Mean Larry King Is Alive? Edition
Sightings of political figures, media tyes, and gay-seeming Bushies are sent in by readers. Send yours to . In this issue: Larry King, the K-man, and Matt fucking Yglesias.
• Larry King at lunch today (March 5) at the Palm in Washington. Very thin. Large head (I have one myself).
• King pin. Just saw Larry King walking down M St. in a black leather Members Only jacket and jeans, head thrust forward in that stooped old man kind of way, barking at the three style-free middle-aged men flanking him. Couldn't hear the rustle of an adult diaper as he passed by. His legs are the skinniest-looking things this side of Full Frontal Fashion. Fortunately, he was wearing jeans.
• Saw Henry Kissinger arrive at the corner of 18th and K in a black, blackened windows Ford Explorer. He looked stooped, and haggard, and was trailed by a pimply kid wearing an earphone.
• Might have to check the spelling, but I walked by George Stephanopoulos [Yes, I did -- Ed.] Saturday afternoon (3/6) in Foggy Bottom's West End. Didn't even realize it was him at first, he was talking on a cell-phone and sporting a pair of warm-up pants. He headed into the Ritz-Carlton, presumably for the gym. Watching him cross the street, you couldn't help but be struck by his pintsize body and balloon-like head: he looks literally like an animated bobble-head doll.
• Matt Yglesias sighting: I've never actually met the man, but I'm 99% certain it was he: walking north on Connecticut + entering the Woodley Park station, on Saturday afternoon around 1:15. Jabbering into a cell phone, his free arm swinging back and forth in a wide pendulum. Only fragments of conversation I caught were "wants to be president" and "the entire Islamic world."
• Sunday the 7th about 6pm I was having a beer at the Sam Adams bar in the middle terminal at National, waiting for a flight to Chicago, when I saw Donna Brazile disembark; she looked like a woman on a mission, in an ill-fitting green suit. Soon after, Grover Norquist sauntered off the same flight. I chatted with him for a minute, and he seemed very satisfied with whatever roguish plot he had just put into action.
• Saw North Dakota Sen. Byron Dorgan at the Bohemian Caverns jazz club on Saturday night. He was with a striking woman of 50ish whom I'm assuming was his wife -- though it would be much more interesting if she weren't. I realize this is probably the dullest citing you've gotten yet. [We'll take it. -- Ed]