You Know How I Know We're Gay?

My significant other and I were waiting for the car yesterday after work at his parking garage when he said, "Hey, it's Dana Priest," and gestures toward the Ford sedan a few feet away into which Ms. Pulitzer Prize was stepping. We're both big fans of her reporting, and as the WaPo is a block or two from both of our buildings, spotting her on our way to and from work has become something of an unofficial pastime. We felt for her when we'd see her hobbling across an intersection on crutches a few month back, and delighted at spotting her lunching at Cosi or hopping into a cab without them in recent weeks. She's become our new "VW punch buggy blue!" or "VW punch buggy red!"* And this friends, is why we are officially the dorkiest couple ever, yet right at home in D.C.

*If you don't know what this game is then you didn't have siblings with a penchant for wailing you in the upper arm every time a Volkswagon Beetle passed.