A day in DC
My feet hurt. But walking around downtown DC was marvelous. Also, I feel happy.
The meeting with Dick, the lawyer, went wonderfully. We sat in his office, which is in Dupont Circle, and we talked, and I gave him my resume.
He took me to lunch at a place called The Blue Duck Tavern, which was gorgeous and pricey and had an amazing tea bar. He told me to order anything I wanted. Iced green tea infused with cherry blossom, which was one of the most aromatic and delicate teas I have ever sipped. Pheasant consomme with smoked haddock cream and poached farm egg, which almost made me faint with happiness. The fish of the day, branzini roasted in lemon, thyme, and white wine. Roasted asparagus in a cream sauce. Dick let me eat one of his I had never been to a place like that. Dick ordered an apple pie for me to take home, and I also had the asparagus boxed up. I left almost shivering, it was all so good.
During the meal we talked casually. I talked about my old jobs, but most of the conversation steered toward my novel. Dick gave me some excellent advice and some things to consider, and I will mostly likely be making the changes he suggested. They make sense.
Dick said that he didn't know of any openings at his own firm, but he would pass copies of my resume around, and he said regardless of outcome, he would contact me within a few weeks to let me know if he found anything. He took me on a tour of his firm's part of the building, and I found myself holding back tears as I realized how much I missed working in an environment like that. All I could do was thank him profusely for being so kind and generous. He walked me out of the building. I spent a leisurely hour wandering around Dupont Circle, moving from M street to I street and window shopping serenely. I bought freshly ground dark coffee on sale, pricey lip gloss on with a coupon, walked around up and down, and generally basked in the day. I really do love downtown DC.
I am watching my husband play video games, and I am thinking about the apple pie that is sitting downstairs waiting.
The meeting with Dick, the lawyer, went wonderfully. We sat in his office, which is in Dupont Circle, and we talked, and I gave him my resume.
He took me to lunch at a place called The Blue Duck Tavern, which was gorgeous and pricey and had an amazing tea bar. He told me to order anything I wanted. Iced green tea infused with cherry blossom, which was one of the most aromatic and delicate teas I have ever sipped. Pheasant consomme with smoked haddock cream and poached farm egg, which almost made me faint with happiness. The fish of the day, branzini roasted in lemon, thyme, and white wine. Roasted asparagus in a cream sauce. Dick let me eat one of his I had never been to a place like that. Dick ordered an apple pie for me to take home, and I also had the asparagus boxed up. I left almost shivering, it was all so good.
During the meal we talked casually. I talked about my old jobs, but most of the conversation steered toward my novel. Dick gave me some excellent advice and some things to consider, and I will mostly likely be making the changes he suggested. They make sense.
Dick said that he didn't know of any openings at his own firm, but he would pass copies of my resume around, and he said regardless of outcome, he would contact me within a few weeks to let me know if he found anything. He took me on a tour of his firm's part of the building, and I found myself holding back tears as I realized how much I missed working in an environment like that. All I could do was thank him profusely for being so kind and generous. He walked me out of the building. I spent a leisurely hour wandering around Dupont Circle, moving from M street to I street and window shopping serenely. I bought freshly ground dark coffee on sale, pricey lip gloss on with a coupon, walked around up and down, and generally basked in the day. I really do love downtown DC.
I am watching my husband play video games, and I am thinking about the apple pie that is sitting downstairs waiting.