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I was out for drinks earlier this week and my sister relayed a story to me that is too good not to share. As I've mentioned, I had (and am still getting over, if we're to be honest) Royal Wedding Fever last week. It seems that I was not alone, because as my sister was cutting a client's hair (she's a hairdresser-duh) last Saturday the topic came up. And this is where the story gets good. The client, a young woman of about 24, was talking about the fashions (and the hats, oh the hats!). Tongues were already wagging about Princess Beatrice's ridiculous chapeau. Here's how it happened: Princess Beatrice via Jezebel Client: So I saw Fergie's daughters at the wedding. Sister: Oh yeah? I heard about their hats. After a little more conversation about the hats, the conversation turned back to Fergie. Client: Isn't Fergie too young to have kids that age? Sister: I don't think so. She must be close to 50 by now. Client: Really? W
I am not a morning person. The sooner you know this about me, the better friends we'll be. There is nothing I hate more than having my sleep interrupted. I've been known to rain hellfire down on anyone who calls me while I'm sleeping. It's all I can do to be civil to most people before noon. I used to have a roommate in college who would start the day with, "Mornin', Sunshine!" It set my teeth on edge. Not only do I not like to talk to anyone early in the morning if I don't have to, but I certainly don't like to be made fun of and called "Sunshine" because of my not-so-delightful early morning demeanor. She never did get that hint. If it was acceptable, I would never leave the bed before midday (I'd stay up till the wee hours, though, so as not to waste time). But it's not, really, so I'm forced to rise at the ungodly hour of 7:00 each day to get ready for work. Mostly it's not so bad, as WH usually has either al
If I’m being honest, I’m not okay. We’re at nearly a year since this thing started, and though the end is in sight, it’s unclear when exactly that might be. I miss my friends. I miss my friends so much. Sure, we’ve had video chats. We have the group texts. We’re staying as connected as we can, even without being in the same room. But it is fucking hard. And it is not the same. My very best friends, my girls, have been my lifeblood, in some way or another, for as long I have a memory. We haven’t been all in the same room together since 2015. And, even though we live in different places, and have for some time, and might not even have seen each other in person anyway absent the pandemic, we could have. The past year apart (from them and nearly everyone else) feels so very hard. So very lonely. So very inhumane. And so it has come to pass that I have adopted a network of surrogates. Blanche, Dorothy, Rose, and Sophia. Will, Grace, Jack, and Karen. Khadijah, Regine, Max, and Synclaire. Gr