The calendar was too overwhelming, so I went for the relaxed and easy.
A great group met at Neyla for a dinner to celebrate Elle Collver’s return to DC from abroad/moving abroad for ‘good’ (and not the place we all thought she was moving!) – and chair dance to some tantric tunes. Does it defeat the purpose of choosing a mediterranean restaurant when we mostly pick steaks off the menu?? Why are french fries that much better when cooked in truffle oil??
Since we couldn’t make up our mind which nightclub party to hit after dinner, we did the usual lazy thing and found the one within walking distance. And still drove there anyway. Just in time to catch the remnants of the Capitol File/Washington Ballet Jete Society event at L2.
Happy Birthday, Atila! Sorry I missed the sweaty dancing in the Gryphon Room!