Washington D.C. Recap

Many apologies for not making timely updates throughout the last week – I never really had a chance to sit down long enough to type anything out that made sense. I’m home now… well, I’m at work. I was home long enough to see the kitties and wash my hair before I had to turn around and come up to the office.

This past week was amazing. First thing I have to say is thank you so much to my brother, Michael for getting me the last minute plane ticket. To Brian, Marshall and Julie. You really took a huge load off my mind, watching the cats like you did. Also, thanks to Mike for lending me his camera.

Mad props to my homies.

JustinI haven’t been so happy to spend time with someone in a long time, too long to remember really. Justin and I have probably talked to each other on average of once a day since we met January and being able to hug him again after all this time was such a thrill. It made the 2+ hour plane ride worth every agonizing minute. I’d do it again.

I did so much I don’t think I can remember it all, but I’ll try. If Justin or Alberto can fill in any details please feel free… I have terrible short term memory. (Probably from that one time I smoked pot… that shit’ll eat holes in your brain, I swear.)

Friday night: I got in a day early due to the flight, go me. Justin was at his production of Thoroughly Modern Millie and couldn’t join us. Alberto picked me up from the Airport and brought me to meet his friends at Recessions – an underground (literally) hotel bar near Dupont Circle. I tried not to drink for as long as I could, but his drunken friends John, Andrew and two others (James and his sister?) eventually talked me into a couple of cocktails… plus they were buying. I got home late and slept in.

Saturday: Alberto and I met Justin and Stephanie at the Cherry Blossom Festival, Steph was volunteering there and we had fun watching various displays of Japanese culture and stuff. Martial Arts exhibitions and some Japanese rock bands were present. Very cool. Justin and Stephanie both speak Japanese so Alberto and I each had our own private translator! :)

After the festival Justin had to get ready for the play that evening, and Alberto, Stephanie and I met met their friends for a birthday dinner at some mall restaurant that was very OK. Afterwards we went to see Justin in T.M.M. and we were all completely shocked at how amazing the production was. The sets were incredible, the singing was excellent and Justin looked adorable in his suit and suspenders as he tap danced around the stage. (I’m not sure he knows the extent of my ‘thing’ for suits and ties yet…. heh heh heh) Afterwards we went back to the mall for drinks. We discussed the fact that I’ve been in D.C. for two days and so far I’ve only been to bars and restaurants that were located inside of malls or hotels. Justin pledged to ‘not be as lame as Alberto and Stephanie’ (he was kidding) and he later made good on this promise.

YazuzuCase in point: the next morning Justin and I went to eat lunch at the coolest middle eastern restaurant ever: Yazuzu. The decor is inspired by Stanley Kubrick’s 2001 – one of my favorite movies ever and the food was excellent. It was even served on little space-age cafeteria trays!

I highly recommend it. Justin and I agreed that the Pita could use some improvements.. but the owner explained that he has a problem getting a consistent supply from his delivery person and he cant heat it since he doesn’t have an oven. (He heats everything with steam.) Still.. get a microwave maybe?


After that the week was kind of a blur. I visited a few D.C. bike shops, ate all the Ethiopian food I saw, did as much as I could (that time allowed) with Alberto and Justin and managed to sneak in some sightseeing between it all: The Washington and Lincoln Monuments, WW2 and Korea Memorials as well as the Native American, Holocaust and Air and Space Museums.

The metro is incredible – I want to move there just to experience a functional public transit system.


1st Infantry Memorial

Korean War Memorial

Metro

Lincoln Monument

The train ride home took almost 30 hours, as we were delayed by several freight trains. That sucked. Someone stole my toothbrush on the train. My used toothbrush. How nasty is that?

All in all I’m a little sad to be home. It was so nice to see Alberto and everyone again and a relief to know I’m not crazy for feeling the way I do about somone I met in a bar nearly 5 months ago and talk on the phone with on a daily basis. :)

I miss him already.

Justin and Vincent


In D.C.

I’m sitting in Alberto’s house in Washington DC, a little hung over from last night. We went out to a few bars here in DC.. all were kind of loud and Applebees like. I was pretty shocked at how fall down drunk half the city was at 9pm. Lots of guys in suits, which I anticipated. Awww yeah.

Today we’re going to the Cherry Blossom Festival, and will probably meet up with Justin there. I need to call him back in a few and see if he’s interested.

I cannot wait to hit the museums and most importantly – eat Ethiopian food as much as possible.

I’m still half asleep so I’ll post more when I’m full conscience.

View outside my window. View outside my window. Behind me on the plane

Royal St. Grocey Closed. Mix CD revisited.

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Royal St. Grocery closed last week. They were kind of an institution around the quarter, with their crawfish, good food and sno-balls. It’s a little disturbing to see them gone. Doors locked. Building empty.

As businesses’ debts get higher and higher, more and more of the quarter’s long time mom and pops are closing; it’s not a good sign.


I sent the CD to Justin in DC and of course, 3 days later and I’m like “OMG, why did I put that on there?!” It totally makes be sound like an obsessive, sappy, granola, emo kid. Ah well. Second guessing is just in my nature. Meh. It’s not bad mix, but I went a little heavy on the heavy stuff. I like heavy stuff though, damnit. lol

I totally should have put some Chuck D on there.

Stuffed like a turkey

Gobble gobble.

Holy copious amounts of food, batman! 1

Cheryll, Andy, Miss. Pat, Craig and I went to the Chatau Sonesta for Thanksgiving brunch today and honestly, I have never been in so much food induced pain in my life. I started it off with a sensible salad and grilled veggies. I saw Andy was eating and recommending the Eggs Pontchartrain so I got that on my next trip as a side dish to a plate of broiled shrimp, pecan crusted salmon and small tastes of cornbread stuffing and mashed potatoes (to see if I wanted to go back for more.)

I rested, walked around for a bit and returned to the table with a plate of two big slices of turkey, prime rib, and a coupling of heaping mounds of cornbread stuffing and mashed potatoes.

I went back for a waffle with a side of French toast trimmed with pecans, strawberries and syrup. I re-visted the bar for more turkey, prime rib, cornbread stuffing and mashed potatoes before scavenging at the chocolate fountain where I speared amd smothered many pieces of poundcake, kiwi and strawberries; eating some there and bringing a few pieces back with my mint/chocolate/hazelnut mousse and bread pudding with white chocolate rum sauce.

Holy shit.

After I exploded, Andy and Craig scraped the bits of me off the walls, put them in a box and brought them to my apartment where they slept, reformed and woke up a half hour after they were supposed to be at work.

1There’s so many lists of foods that I ate in this post, I’m not even going to try to fix the inevitably glaring comma splices so y’all will just have to deal with them.

This blog has become sooooo LiveJournal

When I’m not fretting over dates or riding my bike, I actually have a life that includes eating at cool little french quarter resturants like Benichin. I was at Benichin the other day, eating a fantastic plate of Chicken and Broccoli when this woman comes bounding through the door juggling a handful of plastic containers, a glass baking pan and a roll of aluminum foil. SHe wasn’t really juggling.. that’d be too cool.

She reminded me of my Uncle Jimmy’s schizophrenic wife. She didn’t look like her at all, but I could tell the voices in her head were really funny because she laughed constantly while trying to hold a conversation about preparing her take out food:

Not-My-Aunt: Hi. (chuckle) I need to get some /african dish I can’t pronounce/ and some rice. Now, I’ll need you to put the rice (giggle) in this container and (snicker) put the chicken in the glass pan and (chuckle) wrap it all in this aluminum foil.
Resturant Employee:
Me:
Not-My-Aunt: (belly laugh) Styrofoam is so bad for you (giggle) and I don’t like my food touching it. It gives off (teehee) harmful chemicals when heated and (ha! ha!) I’ve read reports where people have died and their death (snicker) was later found to be directly related to the brand of styrofoam they used at their work. (giggle)

The ironic thing is that when I was unchaining my bike outside the building, I saw her climb into a big nasty SUV and drive off. Giggling of course.