Who:miers & mileena What: Hearts for Haiti fundraiser When: Friday, February 26th Where: The Altitude Room, W Hotel; Washington D.C.
Surprisingly, Gregory Miers hated these sorts of events. It wasn’t that the charity wasn’t good, it really was. And it wasn’t like he didn’t want to raise awareness for the cause, either. As one of the Congressional point people on the recent earthquake, he was more or less obligated to go. Still, he would have much rather sent a check and spent the evening in, or even out with people he actually liked. No, he didn’t like putting on a tux, schmoozing like it actually mattered. He didn’t like that people spent so much time trying to impress each other and not nearly enough on the cause at hand. He didn’t like the amount of money spent, money that could go to some other cause. Regardless of what he did or didn’t like, though, the fact of the matter was that he was there, black tie donned (neck, not the bowtie so many of the other men were wearing), drink in hand. At least the room had a view? Decked out in white, the Altitude Room at the local W was exactly the sort of place you’d expect it to be. Elegant but modern, tasteful but just edgy enough to be cool. It was typical of this town, all surface glitz and glam, but in the subtle sort of way that allowed everyone to pat themselves on the back for being rich and powerful without feeling too guilty. And hell, even he’d admit the dinner had been nice, the speakers had been entertaining. Checkbooks were out now, a band playing on the other side of the room. Greg, though, (Scotch in hand) had positioned himself by the balcony and the view, unwilling to brave the cold but unable to pull himself from the way the city way laid out below.