Washington stories ...
Yesterday, I finished typing the words "Shame on you, Harry Reid" and then I slipped on black clothes and went to a party hosted by Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ Harry Reid.
I guess that's the way DC works. Stick in the shiv and then drink their free whiskey and hit on their staffers.
The party, for Air America Radio, was in the Capitol. It was my first time there and let me tell you, the place is very impressive (especially the ornate ceilings).
A second after I had cleared security I turned a corner and -- bam -- almost walked straight into Trent Lott.
He said "hello." And I said Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ "hi."
'Hi' was the best my quick wit could muster. Even a Jackie Gleason-esque 'homina homina' would have been better than 'hi.'
Those lazy, wine-swilling French have an expression, esprit de l'escalier -- the 'wit of the staircase.' It refers to those wonderful things you think to say after the moment has past (and you're at the bottom of the stairs on your way out).
Oh, what choice words I might have shared with Trent. Next time, Lott, you won't get off so easy!