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A Freak Encounter: There's Nothing Out of Bounds in Zane's Dating Game
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Guests under 6-foot-4: Everybody else. "I feel short," said Tim Russert (6-2).
Biggest fan: Leonsis (class of '77), who has season tickets on the stadium floor. "Last year when we beat Duke, I led the charge of students on the floor. Then I realized I wasn't a student."
Smallest fan: Coco , the Leonsises' 16-month-old Yorkie, wearing collar and leash in GU blue and gray.
Spread: Open bar, sushi, beef, duck, corn pudding and a massive table covered with desserts.
Parting swag: Cookies decorated like Georgetown jerseys, gourmet chocolate and an oversize "1907-2007" T-shirt.
Readers Tell Us
A handful of readers called us "vapid," "embarrassing," "clown journalists," "media hacks" and "catty sorority girls." Why? Because in an item Wednesday about Al Gore training volunteers to help do his global-warming slide shows, we alluded to the old "wears earth tones" story. Thanks for your thoughts. But c'mon -- you really think we'd get into a sorority? We had to invent our own: Rho Sigma 4ever!!!!!
Our Tuesday column helped find the raffle ticket holder who left a Washington Scholarship Fund benefit without realizing he'd won $750 worth of Gold Cup passes and fine-dining: real estate mogul Dave Pollin . Still seeking the guest whose $75 ticket (No. 0962036) won $1,200 worth of yoga. If it's another millionaire, we're going to scratch our own eyes out.
New Jersey writes: Let's just say that Pamela Brown [Sept. 19] left an impression. Could you set me up through the Post's Date Lab?
Sorry, man. We'll tell her she's got a fan, but honestly? The day that gorgeous 22-year-old TV personalities agree to be set up with strange men procured for them by newspapers is the day that all gossip columns will die. Send your tips and mash notes to reliablesource@washpost.com .


