HOT

It is supposed to be 110 degrees for the next three days.  It was almost 90 when I woke up this morning.  NOT cool.  Ha ha, literally.

I ate at my favorite, favorite, favorite Thai restaurant tonight.  It was so hot that my face was red and burning and tears were involutarily coming out of my eyes.  I love it.  Had “bean thread” salad and “drunken noodle” and “thai tea”.  I  used to live right by this place and it is one of the things I miss. 

What I do NOT miss are toll roads.  Why should I have to pay 50 cents to get on a road, then another 50 to get off a few miles later?  It used to be 25 cents not long ago.  And the road has been paid for.  So why?  Oh, because otherwise I will have to drive twenty miles out of my way in the nation’s third worst traffic?  Ok, here is my money

This evening I enjoyed the exercise room, hot tub, pool, and I even did my laundry (not in the hot tub).  I feel like I accomplished something.

And I worked too, but that isn’t the part I want to talk about tonight.

I hear Jesse’s photo finally is on the cover of the RMNP map they give you when they go into the park.  Yay Jesse!  About time they published it.  Long time coming! 

I also miss AJ.  He said “I wud woo” on the phone.  I about died of loneliness.  Four more days!

 

But I wouldn’t want to live here…

I am in Washington D.C. this weekend.  Tonight I met up with my friend Melissa who I was in the Marines with.  We met at the Afghan Restaurant (that is the name of it) in the Del Ray neighborhood of Alexandria and ordered just about one of everything.  It was so good.  The fried eggplant and spicy pumpkin was amazing. 

Then we drove through D.C. and hit Georgetown, wandered in and out of shops and found a great dessert and coffee bar.  The chocolate, tiny creation cost nearly ten dollars and two cappucinos were no freebie either.  Everything on the menu was in German so we had to study the desserts behind the counter and match the names to the names on the menu to figure out what we had to tell the waiter.  The coffee was out of this world.

Walking back on the cobbled streets we passed lots of street performers and protesters and a group of nice but high looking folks who were trying to raise money to start a colony, well, a new society in West Virginia “that doesn’t suck.”  They were selling T-shirts that said “Stop Bitching and Join the Revolution.”  I was tempted, but not sure where I would wear a T-shirt that had the word “bitching” on it.  Although my husband is constantly telling me I have a potty mouth, I don’t want to advertise it in big letters across my chest. 

I really miss D.C. for the culture, the diversity of the people, and the fantabulous restaurants.  I kind of wished Jesse was in the car as Melissa veered to and fro down 395 north.  All the cars are two inches apart going about 70 mph, and when you want to change lanes, you just change lanes.  It’s up to the other guy to get the hell out of the way.  It would be fun to see my nature loving husband plastered against the back window from the G-forces generated by the driving necessary to get anywhere in this city.  Ahh, it was fun to live here.  But check in with me again by the end of next week to see if I still think so…

 

D.C. Trip

I am in Washington D.C. this weekend. Tonight I met up with my friend Melissa who I was in the Marines with. We met at the Afghan Restaurant (that is the name of it) in the Del Ray neighborhood of Alexandria and ordered just about one of everything. It was so good. The fried eggplant and spicy pumpkin was amazing.

Then we drove through D.C. and hit Georgetown, wandered in and out of shops and found a great dessert and coffee bar. The chocolate, tiny creation cost nearly ten dollars and two cappucinos were no freebie either. Everything on the menu was in German so we had to study the desserts behind the counter and match the names to the names on the menu to figure out what we had to tell the waiter. The coffee was out of this world.

Walking back on the cobbled streets we passed lots of street performers and protesters and a group of nice but high looking folks who were trying to raise money to start a colony, well, a new society in West Virginia “that doesn’t suck.” They were selling T-shirts that said “Stop Bitching and Join the Revolution.” I was tempted, but not sure where I would wear a T-shirt that had the word “bitching” on it. Although my husband is constantly telling me I have a potty mouth, I don’t want to advertise it in big letters across my chest.

I really miss D.C. for the culture, the diversity of the people, and the fantabulous restaurants. I kind of wished Jesse was in the car as Melissa veered to and fro down 395 north. All the cars are two inches apart going about 70 mph, and when you want to change lanes, you just change lanes. It’s up to the other guy to get the hell out of the way. It would be fun to see my nature loving husband plastered against the back window from the G-forces generated by the driving necessary to get anywhere in this city. Ahh, it was fun to live here. But check in with me again by the end of next week to see if I still think so…

 

On The Way

I am on the way to my 10 year high school reunion. Not sure what to expect. Anyway, it’s a hell of a long drive, especially since I just saw the same scenery last week on the way back from vacation. My big question is, what happened to the days of the $29 hotel room? I’m only going to be in this stupid hotel room for 8 hours, but they are charging me $100. It’s the only one available in town though. Sheesh.