Vermillion Cocktails For A Desert Owl.
My feet were sore. But I was encouraged from various angles that the rooftop bar of my hotel is the place for a cocktail. And while view was pretty... The cocktail situation and the ambiance were far from "me" as something can get. Trendy. Flashy. Predictable. Mass appeal. Thank you, no. I left within a minute of arriving. I had no interest being where everyone else wanted to be seen. I turned a corner to go to the elevator and saw a group of women standing in front of a selfie station over dressed on flashy clothes. Though it was totally possible that I was underdressed. More stylish, regardless. (I'm entering my ego era. More on that later.) The elevator dropped me to the lobby in a few seconds, and I had my phone out searching for the St. Regis. "A grand old hotel brand I can rely on for decent bar," I said to myself. Turning the corner on to Pennsylvania Avenue, I walked past another hotel's outdoor cafe. It was too chilly to sit outside and sip. Bu
