Man, it is easy to lose track of the days during these sedentary interludes.
Yesterday at least I finally broke free of the like one-square-mile inertia zone between this apartment, the grocery store and the bookstore shopping plaza. I biked into town along the Potomac and the Tidal Basin, then down the National Mall, which is a beautiful as always —
— then spent an hour or two at a bar on Capitol Hill catching up with an old friend (who, oddly, moved to Boston at almost the same time I moved to DC, and then moved to DC at almost the same time I moved to Boston).
I never did spend much time in the Capitol Hill area of DC. And, hell, the last time I saw the National Mall (or DC at all) was in 2010, when my mom and I drove up from Florida to go to the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear (which was pretty fuckin’ epic), so that was cool.
Then dragged my bike onto the subway to go see another friend-I-hadn’t-seen-in-ages out in Arlington, and got a little misty-eyed watching the stops flick by — Farragut West, where once at some hair salon the chick was like yeah I’m just gonna cut your hair dry, and I’m like um actually I’ve changed my mind I’m gonna let it grow, and Foggy Bottom/GWU where this old sitar player used to sit outside playing the most haunting music, and Falls Church East which — well, you get the point.
I should go wander ’round the Smithsonian(s) somewhere, but shit I barely even managed to do that when I lived here, but I will get down to Georgetown at some point soon, if for no other reason than to indulge in a new tattoo at Jinx Proof. Because priorities, bitches.
Also, these cats are really fuckin’ cute.