After some "spin doctoring" for pal Ellie Spitzer, Alphonso finds himself trying to plug security leaks at his old DC home-away-from-home, The Emperors Club VIP.
Fortunately, he took his cell phone.
TUESDAY
6:02 a.m. Security tight, due to media and FBI covert ops. All night, I dreamed somebody -- or some thing -- was trying to get into my hotel room. My instincts proved true. Fortunately, my anti-burglar security bar worked.
7:04 a.m. It's been a while since I danced with "Kristin," the mystery babe who won Ellie's heart -- plus $4,300 of the man's hard-earned pay. In a bittersweet moment, I take from my wallet the faded picture of us, long ago, after a Columbus Clipper game.
8:40 a.m. When I get to the Emperor's Club, I am once again impressed of the discreet way it blends into the DC cityscape. No one would suspect a high-end callgirl service.
10:34 a.m. "Tiffani," the V.I.P. hostess, recognizes me with her unmistakably fetching wink.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Our man in D.C.: Alphonso's Photo Blog at Emperors Club VIP
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11:25 AM
12:03 p.m. There's Tippy!
1:04 p.m. A sea of great memories. But I sense something wrong. Dead wrong.
2:02 p.m My questions to the staff get nowhere. Obviously, someone -- or some thing -- has already gotten to them.
3:34 p.m. "Angelina" tells me to leave, or there'll be trouble.
4:32 p.m. I can't seem to break their fear. At my wit's end, I call them outside and try an idea so crazy, so outlandish, that, hey, it just might work!
5:30 p.m. The snowball fight breaks the "dam of fear" that has imprisoned them. When I see "Kristin," I let someone else photograph our moment.
8:02 p.m. The rest of the night? Sorry, folks. The rest is off-limits. Let's just say, we'll be working up an appetite... and living raw.*
*With onions.
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Hilarious!
Nice pictorial journey through the old Emperors Club. Give my regards to Maya will you. Good times, good times...
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