|The big stinker|
It's a little strange being back though. Old stores and restaurants have closed, and new ones opened in their places. My old stomping grounds around 14th Street are getting increasingly chichi. I no longer automatically know, as if through a sixth sense, the time, place, and misery level of the inevitable Metro track work. My geography has gotten a little bit fuzzy; I still have enough of the "local" aura that people constantly ask me for directions, and usually I can help, but sometimes I'm not quite sure. I too am only passing through.
However, in lieu of participating in such classic DC tourist activities as visiting the Capitol and standing in the ridiculous line at Georgetown Cupcake (my cupcakes come from baked & wired), I've been getting things done: going to meetings, getting my badge renewed, and sorting out paperwork in preparation for the big move, which happens TOMORROW. Wow, that was fast. I've also been forced to keep up a hectic eating and drinking schedule in order to see as many of my DC pals as possible while I'm in town. My life is so hard, I know. Highlights include, but are not limited to: fiery Thai at Little Serow, a gluttonous brunch at Farmers Fishers Bakers, and a porcine feast at The Pig. Yum. I've always liked DC and it's been a pleasure to be here this trip, paperwork notwithstanding. And now for something completely different - next stop, DUBLIN!
|My DC - the Dupont Circle farmers' market. There's sweet corn! And blueberries! And peaches! And...|