We gazed over the muggy, miserably crowded room and laughed. I don't recall what it is we laughed at, but it doesn't take much: Stephanie's pessimistic spin on life and the legal system proves comedic, especially when mixed with my naievete and daring spirit. Which, oddly enough, seemed to wane with each glass of champagne. We were there to enjoy and be amused, but neither of us felt like making an effort to socialize.
Think Italian Embassy, modern architecture, fabulous pasta and a melting crowd of diplomats sweltering in the D.C. heat. And of course we two Southern girls happened to corner one of the few U.S. military men there. And of course he's spent the majority of his service time in Ft. Rucker, AL. We would hunt down the one Alabama connection in a room full of Italians!
Oh to speak Italian, just a teensy bit. To know more than bellissimo. We did happen to make one new friend, to neither of our credit. He approached, interrupting our fits of laughter and humoring our cultural whims. We learned the word for the national guard-like military men patrolling the room with their flared up caps and cross-shoulder belts. Bellissimo Carabiniere!
Two comments endeared us immediately:
"I can't stand Nancy Pelosi!" and "I went to Cornell. You know, like Andy from The Office."
I enjoy being silly with old friends and new ones. Comfortable, snorting-giggles, fake accents, feet-on-the-dash silly. And who says you can't do that in a fab environment surrounded by fashion superiors and foreign dignitaries?
I love this town. And sometimes, I think it loves me back.
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