D.C.
Music: None, didn't have time to get a CD this morning.
Oh my. Woke up at 8:01 this morning. Supposed to be up by 7 and out of the house by 8:05 or so. Brushed my teeth, did my hair, made a sandwich and was out the door by 8:15. I was quite impressed with myself.
I woke up at 8 because I went to bed at 3:45. Because Angie and I spent the day in D.C.
It was one of the strangest days in recent memory. The idea was that we would get up there and just do whatever we wanted. I have been to D.C. a bunch of times with my family doing touristy stuff and twice with good friends who know the city and showed me parts of D.C. that were hella cool and different than anything I had seen before, so I felt confident that Angie and I would find fun things to do. What we ended up doing was riding the Metro and getting off at random stops, just to see where we were. Not the best plan. We saw a lot of residential areas, some industrial areas and we ended up a block from the White House, quite by accident. None of the good shopping, cute bookstores or cozy coffee houses I know are in D.C. somewhere. It was kind of frustrating, but mostly really funny. It would have been bad had I been with anyone else, but Angie and I would have fun in line at the post office.
We were about to go home at around 8:30 when we got a call from Angie's friend Roxanne. She lives in the city but had been at work all day so we couldn't visit. Angie had been to her house once before so we hopped on the Metro and when we transferred to the blue line we happened upon her roommate Adrian who was going home after class. So now we had an escort and everything. The day was much better from then on. Roxie lives in this great little part of the city that is residential but still feels urban. Her house-mates are amazing. Amazing. So friendly, so good to each other, funny, and clean. Just being around them made my heart very happy and at the same time pretty sad. It made me see that I really do need more people in my life. Outside of work it's not uncommon to not see or hang out with anyone for a week. So her roommates are wonderful, and the apartment is full of photography and art and political stuff and my heart was just aching.
We had to leave pretty soon, because the Metro stops running at midnight and we were far away from our final stop. Roxie, Angie and I decided to get a cup of coffee before we took off so we went to Tryst-a coffee house, bar, jazz lounge. The entire street was full of clubs and restaurants and music. Looking around I could feel my aching heart start to crack. Richmond is nothing, nothing compared to this. Art and music and out gay people and interracial couples and a street packed with life at 11 pm on a Wednesday. I thought I would start crying. I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here. God help me.
Oh my. Woke up at 8:01 this morning. Supposed to be up by 7 and out of the house by 8:05 or so. Brushed my teeth, did my hair, made a sandwich and was out the door by 8:15. I was quite impressed with myself.
I woke up at 8 because I went to bed at 3:45. Because Angie and I spent the day in D.C.
It was one of the strangest days in recent memory. The idea was that we would get up there and just do whatever we wanted. I have been to D.C. a bunch of times with my family doing touristy stuff and twice with good friends who know the city and showed me parts of D.C. that were hella cool and different than anything I had seen before, so I felt confident that Angie and I would find fun things to do. What we ended up doing was riding the Metro and getting off at random stops, just to see where we were. Not the best plan. We saw a lot of residential areas, some industrial areas and we ended up a block from the White House, quite by accident. None of the good shopping, cute bookstores or cozy coffee houses I know are in D.C. somewhere. It was kind of frustrating, but mostly really funny. It would have been bad had I been with anyone else, but Angie and I would have fun in line at the post office.
We were about to go home at around 8:30 when we got a call from Angie's friend Roxanne. She lives in the city but had been at work all day so we couldn't visit. Angie had been to her house once before so we hopped on the Metro and when we transferred to the blue line we happened upon her roommate Adrian who was going home after class. So now we had an escort and everything. The day was much better from then on. Roxie lives in this great little part of the city that is residential but still feels urban. Her house-mates are amazing. Amazing. So friendly, so good to each other, funny, and clean. Just being around them made my heart very happy and at the same time pretty sad. It made me see that I really do need more people in my life. Outside of work it's not uncommon to not see or hang out with anyone for a week. So her roommates are wonderful, and the apartment is full of photography and art and political stuff and my heart was just aching.
We had to leave pretty soon, because the Metro stops running at midnight and we were far away from our final stop. Roxie, Angie and I decided to get a cup of coffee before we took off so we went to Tryst-a coffee house, bar, jazz lounge. The entire street was full of clubs and restaurants and music. Looking around I could feel my aching heart start to crack. Richmond is nothing, nothing compared to this. Art and music and out gay people and interracial couples and a street packed with life at 11 pm on a Wednesday. I thought I would start crying. I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here. I need to get out of here. God help me.