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.
