I awoke just after noon with a neat hangover to the sounds of 'America's Next Top Model,' (which I abhor,) and gathered myself together for breakfast.
The scene in Cosi is something for myself and Lady K.
As we sat perched on stylish wooden seats next to the window of swiftly passing yuppies on their lunch hour I took in the fact that I barely knew the girl that took off an honest day's work to make sure that the 20th of July was something to remember. We ate our shitty/overpriced food, (her 'doing surgery' on her tuna sandwich accomplishing nothing but a small smelly bad of fish mixed with cold cheese.) We spent the rest of the day exploring her neighborhood - passing Harry Potter toting adults and sunglass donning vacationers like myself - the highlight being a visit to the Torpedo Factory. I didn't necessarily love a lot of the work, but it was just amazing to see people making money doing something that they loved. It was Studio #224 that was the one to visit.
Then there was the walk to the Mall and sitting on the grass in the sculpture garden listening to jazz and people watching.
The night was a blur of walking, metro, smoking from a bowl very obviously in the middle of Dupont Circle, hitting on the waiter, pissing behind a shrub, and countless other drunk activities, and finally home. Bed. I had successfully turned twenty-two.
27.7.07
Regardless of the fact that I don't have time, I want to make time. I would like to put it all down before I forget. I 'm trying not to forget the best week I think I've ever had.
It started with my flight being delayed out of Pittsburgh for six hours. Normally one is frustrated, irate, any number of negative emotions when a plane is so delayed but I was hanging out with two of the nicest people I've ever met in the bar right next to the gate. A couple vodka tonics, a lemon drop, and a few cheese sticks later I was giggling at the gate as they told us to 'remain patient,' and thanked us for our patience. Once in New York my connecting flight was also delayed.
At the baggage claim my amazing week truly began. Mr. Y sat clutching the latest issue of a popular news magazine. The second he glanced up I got a surge of happiness. I was here! Washington DC! I wasn't in transit any longer and I got to see a friend I hadn't seen in an age.
After the trip into Old Alexandria we met up with Lady K and headed to the nearest bar. I realized I was not longer in the 'Burgh when my first round cost $15.
First came mid-night and then the bar sang 'Happy Birthday.' Next the free shots, the creepy NOVA (Northern Virginia,) boys, the tenth cigarette, and finally a fun stumble home.
I woke up the next day next to Lady K with the best hang over ever and the rest of a beautiful birthday day ahead of me.
More on that later.
It started with my flight being delayed out of Pittsburgh for six hours. Normally one is frustrated, irate, any number of negative emotions when a plane is so delayed but I was hanging out with two of the nicest people I've ever met in the bar right next to the gate. A couple vodka tonics, a lemon drop, and a few cheese sticks later I was giggling at the gate as they told us to 'remain patient,' and thanked us for our patience. Once in New York my connecting flight was also delayed.
At the baggage claim my amazing week truly began. Mr. Y sat clutching the latest issue of a popular news magazine. The second he glanced up I got a surge of happiness. I was here! Washington DC! I wasn't in transit any longer and I got to see a friend I hadn't seen in an age.
After the trip into Old Alexandria we met up with Lady K and headed to the nearest bar. I realized I was not longer in the 'Burgh when my first round cost $15.
First came mid-night and then the bar sang 'Happy Birthday.' Next the free shots, the creepy NOVA (Northern Virginia,) boys, the tenth cigarette, and finally a fun stumble home.
I woke up the next day next to Lady K with the best hang over ever and the rest of a beautiful birthday day ahead of me.
More on that later.
4.7.07
The Birthday?
I should be more excited for the vacation. Instead, I sit in front of my best friend, (PowerBook,) and worry over things that I cannot control for the next few days - (the fact that I can't work, can't really spend a lot of money, and can't speak a lick of French.) All these are slightly random I guess but it's late... I'm tired.
Mind you, at nearly four o'clock in the morning on a national holiday there is nothing to do other than continue to listen to the same sad DeVotchKa songs and watching a muted episode of Dawson's Creek on one of the few basic cable channels offered through our humble Comcast subscription.
Happy B-day USA...
Mind you, at nearly four o'clock in the morning on a national holiday there is nothing to do other than continue to listen to the same sad DeVotchKa songs and watching a muted episode of Dawson's Creek on one of the few basic cable channels offered through our humble Comcast subscription.
Happy B-day USA...
1.7.07
I have such an amazing talent to make an ass out of myself it actually astounds me. I'm sitting in my 'living room' on the floor watching 'Home Improvement' on basic cable and remembering in little bursts the stupid things I did last night whilst being very fucked up. Then I start to remember how much I spent last night. Poor bank account.
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