Monday, February 1, 2010

Washington Social Diary

Despite its urban setting, Georgetown is very much a village of families.
by Carol Joynt

When Washington residents hit the sack Friday night the local weather forecasters advised them to expect a quick passing Saturday snowstorm that would bring the city a dusting to an inch. Ho hum.

However, between the time the first fat flake fell Saturday morning and the last flake floated from the sky around 11 p.m., we got something in the range of 5 to 8 inches of powdery and sparkling snow. Because it was a weekend, there was not much more to do but enjoy it.
Montrose Park in the snow.
A bench at the children's playground, waiting for a sunnier day.
Montrose Park's famous boxwood maze. Not quite "The Shining," but every Georgetown child has got lost in there at least once.
A day of rest for the swings.
Modern forecasting is so precise and informed that it’s rare to be surprised by weather, which made the storm delightful and even sentimental. Remember the days before radar, when we didn’t know what the sky had hiding in its clouds?

As the snow piled up – for a while at the rate of an inch an hour - people stayed home or walked to destinations, because the roads were largely untreated and traffic back-ups became monstrous, not to mention the many fender benders or sudden slides into a spin or a ditch.

Georgetown was peaceful and picture postcard beautiful. Residents trudged along the sidewalks or through the parks in boots, heavy coats and scarves, some with dogs, some with children. I went out for a couple of hours to capture the moment with my camera.
Annie's humans let her loose in the park and she made the most of it. "She loves the snow," they said.
The decades-old gazebo adjacent to the park's tennis courts.
Fred Schwab comes up the hill with Tinker and Orson.
Orson: "I'm made for the snow."
Tinker: "Can we go home now?"
Leo: "Please let me back in the house."
Leo: "Please."
The gates of Oak Hill Cemetery.
Oak Hill Cemetery, the final resting place of many prominent Washington families and notables.
Katharine Graham's fabled home; unoccupied since her death in 2001.
The home of George Stephanopoulos and Alexandra Wentworth, on the market for $6-plus million. They've found new digs in NYC to go with his job at ABC's "Good Morning, America."
The squirrels stayed in for the day.
Not all of Georgetown's homes are red brick federal. Some, like this, look lifted out of rural New England.
The garage roof at the home of Liz and George Stevens, Jr.
A single path of footprints down a Georgetown alley that cuts through two blocks.
Australian artist, naturalist and Georgetowner, Robin Hill, dressed for the weather. There's a baby in there somewhere.
A snow so powdery the trees appeared dusted with sugar.
Few Georgetowners know the species of this tree on R Street, but they are fascinated nonetheless.
The Montrose Walk apartments.
The Oak Hill Cemetery chapel.

The actresses Kelly Carlson and Wendie Malick were in town last week on behalf of the The Humane Society of the United States, testifying on Capitol Hill for legislation to protect horses from slaughter for the purpose of human consumption. That night there was a dinner party for them, along with Wayne Pacelle, the President and CEO of the Humane Society. It was hosted by publicist Janet Donovan and lobbyist Christine Warnke at K Street’s Teatro Goldoni restaurant.

I’m as much for the protection of horses as the next person, and I believe in the work of the Humane Society, but truthfully, the main draw was an outrageous and irresistible television drama, “Nip/Tuck,” that is in its seventh and last season on the FX channel. It’s about two over the top plastic surgeons and the work they do, which is like saying “Mad Men” is only about advertising.
Clockwise from top: The steak course at Teatro Goldoni; The seared tuna course; Dessert of Tiramisu with fresh fruit.
Since the pilot of Nip/Tuck, Kelly Carlson has played Monroe-esque bombshell “Kimber Henry.” If you don’t watch the show and know about Kimber, she’s one of the baddest bad girls ever created by a screenwriter: porn star, drug addict, torture victim, Scientology dabbler, slut, schemer, liar, user, sex toy entrepreneur, interior decorator and monster mother, who injects collagen into the lips of her two-year-old so the baby can get lucrative modeling jobs. Oh, she’s also vulnerable and sympathetic.

Carlson, with dyed dark hair for a new role, said it will be tough to find another character as complicated, compelling and challenging as Kimber, but she and her agent are looking, while she divides her time between Los Angeles and a boyfriend in Toronto.

Malick, a native of Buffalo, is a character actress and comedian with a long resume that includes dozens of films plus hit television series like “Pushing Daisies,” “Just Shoot Me,” and the 90s cultish fave “Dream On.” Both actresses deferred the speech-making to Pacelle, who kept it brief, allowing for a dinner party that was just that.
Wendie Malick and Kelly Carlson.
Kelly Carlson and Neshan Naltchayan. Wayne Pacelle: "Tens of thousands of live horses are transported across the border to Mexico and Canada for slaughter. After these horses are killed, their flesh is shipped to Europe and Asia for human consumption."
Wendie Malick and Stephanie Green.
Wayne Pacelle, Wendie Malick, Kelly Carlson, on behalf of horses and the Humane Society.
Kiki Ryan and Christine Warnke.
Janet Donovan and Katy Adams. Michael Markarian, Executive VP of The Humane Society.
Patrick Dowd and Tara Palmeri.
Photographs by Carol Joynt. Carol is the host of The Q&A Cafe in Washington, D.C. Visit her at: