I was astonished by Sally Quinn's Oct. 13 Style essay, "Capitol Society, on the Rocks." She wrote about the "grand old days" of Washington society, when parties were lavishly catered, the wineglasses were bottomless and nations evidently were built over bottles of Scotch. She suggested that this tradition of the business-network dinner party marinated in cocktails and wine would go the way of the dodo because those pesky drunk-driving laws keep getting tougher. Moreover, those darn D.C. police officers enforce them, without respect to whether you've just come from a bar or a NATO summit.
"Do the police understand that in Washington, business is conducted after hours?" Quinn wrote. Does it matter whether drinkers were attending a business function or a social gathering or some combination of the two if they are legally intoxicated?
Quinn's logic is backward. We shouldn't be easier on drivers who have had a drink or five so that Washington society can keep throwing galas "the way we've always done it." Keep the laws as they are, if not stricter, and figure out another way to get home.
-- Jesse Lewis
Dom Perignon? "Postprandial liqueurs"? Beef Wellington and martinis?
As much as I disagree with the predatory DUI practices of D.C. police officers, Sally Quinn's essay was absurd and out of touch.
Who parties this way? Certainly not the majority of Post readers, who have much more to worry about than the elitist nostalgia of a reporter who used to party in Georgetown with a bunch of political yuppies.
-- Jonathan Cribbs