It’s Good To Be Home

Tuesday, April 6th, 2004 • No Comments on It’s Good To Be Home

I had a great time in DC, and Joe and I have both returned to our respective homes unscathed and no worse for wear (though we may have killed a few brain cells Saturday night…).  Wish y’all could have been there with us.  On second thought, no I don’t.  I hate sharing a bathroom with even one


How did I spend my weekend, you ask?  Ahh…

I had a couple nice dinners with some of Joe’s friends—Saturday night it was at Logan Tavern (nice atmosphere, long wait, several yummy desserts we all shared and an excellent bottle of wine recommended by the fabulous waitress), Sunday night it was a French bistro,

the name of which I can’t remember—I looked it up—Bistrot du Coin (a lovely setting and a wonderful meal of ravioli in Swiss gruyere with a delicous sparkling house wine, but a snotty waitress) ; got my palm read (2004 is supposed to be lucky for me!  Wooo…); saw a couple hundred hot looking guys in a bar and not a single one of them was straight; danced and drank amongst the hot (and, in some cases, bare-chested) gay guys until my body started shutting down from lack of sleep; shopped, shopped, shopped—for walking shoes, a great new perfume, a beautiful red crystal necklace, lots o’ Lush!!—in Pentagon City, Georgetown and elsewhere and would have shopped more if I’d had more time; I drank tons of coffee and hot chocolate because it was ridiculously cold and windy for April; saw the cherry blossoms in bloom; visited the Phillips Collection, the Hirshhorn Museum and made a brief run around the National Gallery of Art (mostly the gift shop…); spent a considerable amount of time in traffic getting to the hotel after picking Joe up from Reagan National, which was fine because it gave us a chance to catch up; rode the Metro, walked and took a cab once I turned my keys over to the valet—which are the only

ways to get around DC because driving is frustrating; spent a relaxing evening watching Kill Bill  (a bizarre little flick); tried to visit the Spy Museum, but tickets had sold out; saw the White House, the Capitol and the Washington Monument—all from a distance; hit a few bookstores and Starbucks; and, most importantly, got to spend some quality time with an old friend.  Hopefully it won’t be another five years before we get to do it again.

Great weekend… but it’s nice to be home.

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