Cynically Optimistic

It's that time again kids, time to head south and visit Washington D.C. and visit Tom while the cherry blossoms are in bloom. The weather was a tad chilly considering the heat wave that swept the area last weekend, but my fleece kept me warm enough.

This time I was enticed to use Southwest Airlines instead of driving. For $75 round trip, it's the same price as gas and tolls if I go alone. Plus it's less stressful since I don't have to deal with DC or NY traffic. (Stupid Deleware, Stupid New Jersey, Stupid asshole drivers) I had a good seat since I got to ISP early enough, and pre-printed my boarding pass. You've got to get an "A" boarding pass or suffer in the back in a middle seat. UGH! I managed to score Seat 1F, Bulkhead with legroom but no tray table. Not a big deal on a 45 minute flight, but I was the first person off the plane.

Happy Hour. Drinks! Thai Food!!! Wheeee!!! Suit shopping was on the agenda for Saturday, and Jos A. Bank was having a sale. I forced Tom to dress up in buisness suits for a good hour. One jumped out right away as the favorite, but a dealbreaker arose in the form of pleats. Luckily, trousers can be ordered in flat-front as well and the excursion was saved. I tried looking for new sunglasses but wasn't satisfied with any of the easy options.

Of course Saturday night was Blowoff. Before heading there, we had dinner in Capitol Hill at Banana Cafe. I loves me some Cuban food. Next stop: Remmingtons where Tom and I met up with Carl and had a nice chat with fellow Iowan Mr. Bartender. Interesting crowd, but a good vibe - and we got out of there before the singing started. Downstairs there was a whole lotta two-steppin' and cowboy hats. Giddyup! George swung around the huge German chariot and we rode to the 9:30 Club on a leather couch with wheels.

The main event was outstanding. All the cool kids trickled in (and if I forgot you leave a comment or email me and I'll fix it and owe you a drink) and the party got going. We were graced with 6 live songs, which everyone seemed to enjoy. I love staying 'til the end and getting a little remixed Hip-hop-pop ear candy. Groove IS in the heart. Big thanks to Bob and Rich for an very memorable night. Clicky Clicky for the Photos.

Sunday, Tom and I joined Rich and Steven for brunch at The Beacon. The food was okay, but our waitress kept the mimosas coming and facilitated good conversation. It was just like the four girls having their weekly lunch from Sex and the City. Ooooh, Dish! You're on a weekend pass?! Later in the evening we went to JR's for a drink or two. It was an interesting crowd, but I was burned by an irresponsible smoker and just wasn't feeling the vibe. Chinese food was delivered and mostly eaten, until I ruined my own dinner by chomping on a hot pepper. It burns!!! IT BURNS!!!!