I'm just along for the ride
As you may know, we've been having a lot of rain here in NY. I'd say we had 9 days straight of heavy rain, not scattered showers, or mist, or any of those wimpy kinds of rain. It was nearly time to begin rounding up pairs of animals and constructing a large ark. As many of you may also know, the roads and drainage systems here in NY and Long Island are not exactly what one would call "modern" or even "decent". En route to NYC on Thursday night, I hit a very large puddle near an overpass and curtains of water shot out from the sides of my car as I shouted "FUCK!" at the sudden speed decrease. In my rear view mirror I noticed there was what appeared to be a chunk of a tire where the puddle was. The next morning I realize that was actually my front spoiler. Damn. Guess that'll have to be replaced.
The next morning it took George and I a while to get out of the city and onto the NJ Turnpike, but from then on the drive was mostly uneventful. Lunch brought us to Chick-fil-A and we were in DC by 2:45. This was not a trip to see monuments and museums, it was a trip to meet new people (for me) and catch up with old friends (for both of us). First, we ran some errands, had coffee, then met a bunch of guys for drinks at Titan. We arrived early, but the place quickly filled up with friendly guys. We had to leave pretty early to see our hosts for the weekend in a community theatre performance of "Once Upon A Mattress". I was actually quite impressed with the performances and the show itself (not really being one for musicals, necessarily). Very fun.
Saturday started off a little slow, with a late breakfast and a parental visit for George, but quickly got moving as we met more friends and walked around the city. The weather was great, the company was great, and the city was great. Eventually we met up with more folks at a restaurant called Lebanese Taverna which was a treat for me, since I love trying new food. Assmunch and family made it out to dinner as well. Some of the company at dinner exchanged halfway through, as folks had to get to haunted pumpkin patches for the remainder of the evening. The rest of us (sans les Muches) opted to stay together and head to a house party. We hit the pavement in an earnest attempt to kill our buzzes.
Luckily the situation was quickly remedied upon our arrival at said party. The drinks were flowing, and the party host was trying very hard to get everyone nice and drunk. Except for the guys from dinner, I only knew one other guy at the party. It was a pretty good time, but we decided around midnight to head to the Eagle for a lung-full of secondhand smoke. *hacks up a lung* Reports from here on out get fuzzy. My phone began to ring off the hook, as apparently I was a pawn in a drinking game in the next time zone over. I feel special. Truly, I was shown the "Guaranteed Good Time" that DC has to offer. And then some.
After bagels for breakfast on Sunday, George and I split up so I could go see the new Ihde place in Fairfax, and get some more quality time with baby G-Munch (a.k.a. "The Munchkin"). We lingered for a bit later the afternoon at the home of our splendid and generous hosts, finally getting out of town around 5 PM. To wake up, we stopped at a Waffle House and I drank 3 glasses of sweet tea (I looooves me some sweet tea) and got some grits (hold the cheese). After dropping off George in NY, I made it home by 11:30 and asleep by midnight.