Babies, it’s me, Amanda Woodward, and I’m back for your weekly dish of sass and spice. I know, you always get sass and spice on Big Head DC, but I’m the sassiest and spiciest — at least that’s what Big Head Rob tells me after his fifth martini (ha!). I just popped two Lorazepams and poured a glass of champagne and you know what that means. It’s blogging time!
Well, this has been a busy week for Ms. Amanda Woodward. As CEO of a very important and powerful Washington DC-based corporation, I had a week full of meetings. Oh, you can’t imagine the torture that it sometimes is just being me. It is really work, girls, and if you ever think you’re up for the job — think again. Have you seen “The Queen” yet? Did QE2’s life look like a glamorous bed of roses to you? That’s what Amanda thought! It’s hard work being on top!
I did manage to break free from my hectic life as a big-time Corporate CEO for a few hours earlier this week. On Wednesday night I went Gay DC’s version of a shitty, small-town bar: “J.R.’s.” I caught the tail end of “J.R.’s” happy hour (please change the name!) and managed to slosh down a few of my signature Amanda Woodward gin martinis. Yum!
After sloshing down three of my signature gin martinis, I came across a former boy toy who’s now entering into his final year at Georgetown Law. Let’s just call him “Bason.” Yum! Being the high-powered Washington-based Corporate CEO that I am, I bought “Bason” his own martini (with olives!) and we cavorted and canoodled for two or three. Well one thing led to another, and, before you knew it, I was back at “Bason’s” 15th street efficiency apartment. Boy that place is a DUMP! (Please tell me “Bason” doesn’t read this blog). None the less, no place is too dumpy for Miss Amanda Woodward to get down and dirty when she feels like getting nasty!
I’ll spare you the raunchy details of my Wednesday-night romp with “Bason,” but let me tell you, my blogging babies, no one can make Ms. Amanda Woodward feel 13 again like boy-toy “Bason.” Yum!
Other happenings this week: Saturday night at Georgia Brown’s (an Amanda Woodward Top 5) and the always overrated “Be Bar.” Dull, dull, duller. Did I write dull? Sunday brunch on 17th Street — did it this week because the sun was shining!
Finally, let me send a special word of congratulations to Miss Cookie Buffet. Cookie Buffet and Amanda Woodward go way back. We’ve shared many laughs, tears and key bumps over the years. Cookie, girl, I’m proud of you. You’ve made us all proud! I hope to still see you at some of G.S.’s “private parties.” Yum!
Stay tuned every Monday for Amanda’s latest dirty dish.
