Relationships
The Birkin Dilemma: What Happens to the Bag When the Boyfriend Is Gone?
It was a Monday night at the Occidental, which in Washington means lobbyists murmuring over porterhouses, staffers three-deep at the bar, and at least one senator somewhere in the building. I was tucked away in a dimly lit corner booth as Harry Connick Jr.'s We Are in Love drifted through the restaurant, waiting on a friend who had just flown in.
By Isabel Desoto3 min read
He was an hour late. A delayed flight, he claimed. To his credit, he'd called ahead and told the manager to take care of me, which is more foresight than most men in this city manage on purpose.