[mood|
Guilty]
Or maybe it did... Very glad to see that yesterday's snow turned out to be a bust.
Inspired by Hutch to make a valentines run down since I haven't posted in awhile. Went to dinner at this upscale creole/cajun place in DC on Friday since Fridays are more fun to go out on than Sundays. Braved the metro despite the red line (the one we were on) having a minor accident earlier than day :P. The DC streets/sidewalks still had allot of snow piles which I was kinda surprised to see, saw a woman pushing a stroller come to a giant snow patch at a crosswalk, no idea how she got around it. She probably didn't power through it like I wanted her to. The food was really good, who knew jambalaya could be a topping. I wish I had ordered one of Ryan's drinks, it sounded a little intimidating with mixing absinthe and whiskey but it was really tasty. Baha it was a little awkward because the waiter did the whole absinthe sugar spoon thing at the table and it took awhile. I'm definitely more of a "leave the bottle" customer.
Walking back to the metro there was this bum in crutches that was staring us down pretty hard at a crosswalk. Eventually he asked for our leftovers, which I felt bad saying no to but there literally was caviar in there, I would have given it to him had it been a cheaper meal and had he toned down the whole stab stare a notch. Riding back there were these three little girls riding with their moms' and they were REALLY excited to be on the Metro and even more excited to be standing on it. They seemed to be really entertained by waiting until the last second to hold on to the bar before the train started to move. I totally was expecting one of them to fall, but that didn't happen. Coming back to the apartment we saw an orange stray cat lying down in front of the door to an empty apartment. It limped off down the sidewalk before I could give it some of my leftover flounder which was a little sad since there was so much snow on the ground. Really don't see any stray cats around where we live, as opposed to Catonsville where you couldn't walk down a street without seeing a cat outside.
Came back home and saw the weird Peter Pan part of the Olympics opening ceremony which was pretty funny, and somehow not as intimidating as hundreds of Chinese drummers.