Carlyn is sooooo funny! Tonight was our Christmas party and it was a BLAST! I really can't talk about it in a public forum like this because there were some local D.C. area semi-celebrities there... among them one that runs an acting on camera class and one that does traffic reports for local tv and radio. They are so sweet.

But it was especially fun to hang out with C-dawg and the rest of the interns. We got a little sloppy. We were at this cool restaurant in Georgetown called Mienyu. It's like Moroccan or something... so good. I love the decorations. There are couches and little tables with cushions and little private tables draped with netting and rich fabrics. It's the kind of place that has a bathroom attendant. His name was "Wish" - well that's what we called him anyways. It was really something that sounded like a combination of "fish" and "swish" and "sheesh" he said "Wheesh" was close enough.

And there was a belly dancer. Well one professional... and several amateur copycats. NO I didn't make any money. But of course I tried.

We drunk-dialed Twilla about a hundred times. I'm sorry, Boo, but you know you loved it. You were definitely missed.

Kelly was so gone that after Carlyn paid the check and left, Kelly said everything was on her. So Kristin and I got Creme Brulee... and Jessica got a nine-dollar coffee. What do they put in that NINE dollar coffee? Apparently they grow the beans in the shade, and run it through a french press. The coffee is worth more because it has been abused it's entire life.

So what did we learn tonight:

1.) Always tip your towel man.
2.) Keep Kelly away from sharp objects and spoons.
3.) There's a reason belly dancers don't wear high heels
4.) Never leave hot single producer guys stranded alone at the restaurant.
5.) Carlyn is such a MILF.