Today and yesterday and the day before
It's been a good few days. The excellent streak of good days began Friday evening, with a classic DC house party on a stretch of Rhode Island Avenue I'd previously known only for its gas station. This particular party featured chocolate fountain, and how can you go wrong with that?
Then Saturday there was a picnic on the Mall, complete with sangria stealthily disguised as cherry Coke. Among the activities were lots of (largely failed) efforts to make sounds with blades of grass, a seemingly simple yet frustrating process; a celebrity name game which kept seeming to die and would spontaneously begin again, like a camp fire that you thought you'd stamped out; and way too much photo-taking. And oh yes, somebody hit a tennis ball with a wiffle bat and accidentally bounced it off the belly of a pregnant tourist, which was funny to everyone but her (no harm done, other than pissing her off, mind you).
Sunday I went to the Java House at a time I never go, just to be different, and to read The Colour of a Dog Running Away (great book, by the way). And there I ran into an old friend, who I'll just call by one of her initials, C. Someone I hadn't seen in quite some time. So that was cool.
And this evening I went to Georgetown to buy a linen sport coat (I need it for an outdoor wedding way down yonder in New Orleans). After that I decided to pop by the Georgetown Pro Shop and saw a really cool bike which I might buy, and then I moseyed back down M Street to Clyde's, where I bellied up to the bar and had a meal of rigatoni with sausage. It was good, but I should have gone with my original desire, the cheeseburger topped with Clyde's chili. The woman next to me asked me if I was a Georgetown student... not sure how to take that.
I then walked down M Street some more, until it stopped being interesting, and then hopped onto a Circulator which I rode to 16th and K. I was gonna catch an S2 for the rest of the way uptown, but a girl breezed past me on her bike, and I thought I recognized her but wasn't sure, and I called out her name and it did turn out to be her. This is someone I hadn't really seen or had a conversation with in something like 20 years, so that was very nice to catch up a little bit especially since we were headed roughly the same way.
Finally I popped up 14th to my girlfriend's apartment to feed her cat and watched the episode of the "The Apprentice" I'd just missed on her TiVO. Good times, indeed.
Then Saturday there was a picnic on the Mall, complete with sangria stealthily disguised as cherry Coke. Among the activities were lots of (largely failed) efforts to make sounds with blades of grass, a seemingly simple yet frustrating process; a celebrity name game which kept seeming to die and would spontaneously begin again, like a camp fire that you thought you'd stamped out; and way too much photo-taking. And oh yes, somebody hit a tennis ball with a wiffle bat and accidentally bounced it off the belly of a pregnant tourist, which was funny to everyone but her (no harm done, other than pissing her off, mind you).
Sunday I went to the Java House at a time I never go, just to be different, and to read The Colour of a Dog Running Away (great book, by the way). And there I ran into an old friend, who I'll just call by one of her initials, C. Someone I hadn't seen in quite some time. So that was cool.
And this evening I went to Georgetown to buy a linen sport coat (I need it for an outdoor wedding way down yonder in New Orleans). After that I decided to pop by the Georgetown Pro Shop and saw a really cool bike which I might buy, and then I moseyed back down M Street to Clyde's, where I bellied up to the bar and had a meal of rigatoni with sausage. It was good, but I should have gone with my original desire, the cheeseburger topped with Clyde's chili. The woman next to me asked me if I was a Georgetown student... not sure how to take that.
I then walked down M Street some more, until it stopped being interesting, and then hopped onto a Circulator which I rode to 16th and K. I was gonna catch an S2 for the rest of the way uptown, but a girl breezed past me on her bike, and I thought I recognized her but wasn't sure, and I called out her name and it did turn out to be her. This is someone I hadn't really seen or had a conversation with in something like 20 years, so that was very nice to catch up a little bit especially since we were headed roughly the same way.
Finally I popped up 14th to my girlfriend's apartment to feed her cat and watched the episode of the "The Apprentice" I'd just missed on her TiVO. Good times, indeed.
2 Comments:
What a lovely day. Thank you for letting me ride along!
You can ride along any time, Debra!
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