The Bean and the Celeb

The Bean met her first "DC celeb" today. No, not a senator. An eyebrow guru.

This has been my week to clean up - almost literally. Hair, brows, and tomorrow I'm going to tackle my closet (have to see which work clothes still fit the Beanbody). Jae was Tuesday, and Erwin cleaned up the mess that was my brows this afternoon (how he does it so quickly, I'll never know. They were a disaster, since my last visit was about a month before The Bean arrived.)

Erwin and co. cooed appropriately over the new baby. Erwin added on "I can't believe you have a baby. You just got married. It's so wierd." This from a man whose own baby, Chanel, has her puppy toenails painted.

The Bean slept through the entire i-pod soundtracked event. Tells you where we are on her priority list.

Clearly, she's headed on to bigger and better things than I.

Spotted: DC Celebs at Neyla

H comes home last night, I'm almost asleep.

"Guess who I saw at dinner?"

"Do I know this person?"

"Yes. A DC celebrity. A couple."

"Do I know this person personally? Have I met them, actually shaken their hands?" (H tends to say I know people when I've been in the room with them - he's lovely, in that he gives me waaaay more credit for knowing Cool People than I deserve.)

"Yes."

We went several rounds like this. It was midnight. The Bean had been dancing for hours. Synapses weren't firing really well.

I tried the "Style DC" or "Political DC" question. "Style DC" he said.

Still at a loss.

Finally, he gives me the ultimate hint: he runs his finger over his eyebrow. In the glow of the bathroom light, I figured it out: Erwin & James.

The Washington Style Power Couple was dining last night at Neyla. H was outside, smoking a cigar, when he realized that he should Know Who They Are. He asked the manager hanging with him.

And then he saw them climb into a very pretty Big Brand New Car.

Funny thing was, I swung by his place this afternoon to make an appointment for a brow cleanup right before our trip to Greece in a few weeks. He happened to be client-free, so we had a lovely chat while Chanel napped in her little house. Just a good soul.