Shades of
Madame Ceausescu, or, in this case, one of her offspring.
Downhill PartyingAt Frothy Club Bud, Merry Medalists and A Scowling First Daughter
By Libby Copeland
Washington Post Staff Writer
Wednesday, February 15, 2006; Page C01
TURIN, Italy -- Before we have the privilege of chatting with presidential daughter Barbara Bush -- or, before we attempt to chat with her while she gives us a withering, Medusa-like stare -- we have the privilege of standing in the cold outside a place called Club Bud,...
And then, as if out of a dream, sitting by themselves on a long expanse of red couch, are first daughter Barbara Bush and an Unidentified Female Companion. Barbara accompanied her mom, Laura, in an Olympic delegation and stayed behind after the first lady left for home on Sunday. And now, apparently, she has decided she wants to party with us. She looks gorgeous. She's wearing jeans and a sleeveless olive top with a blue scarf, and her dark hair is full and wavy around her face. Babs!
We introduce ourselves and ask Miss Bush if she speaks Italian.
She fixes us with a disintegrating stare, the sort of look that could pulverize stone. She asks if we're planning on writing this down.
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