Tale from the Dar side
Ah Fridays...how I love them.
Tomorrow Erich and I are going to see Dar Williams. I love her more than Fridays. The last time I saw her was at Lupo's, though I can't remember who came with me. But the COOLEST time I saw her was in Newport when I worked at Espresso Yourself Cafe. I couldn't get tickets to the Sunset Music Festival that she was playing in that night, but I learned that she was staying in the hotel that was over the cafe. I was giddy all day with the irrational hope that she might stop in for a cup of coffee during her stay. Every time the hotel manager came down to chat with my boss, I'd pester her asking if Dar had checked in yet. The last time I did this, I was met with an answer from the cash register of, "Yes I have". I turned and Daw was standing RIGHT THERE! I got to serve her coffee, we talked about the suprising fact that the cups we used weren't actually bad for the environment cuz they weren't real styrafoam. She also signed the only paper I had availabe - the Espresso Yourself take-out menu. I was on cloud 9 except that I had to say no when she asked if I was going to the concert. She returned an hour later from a walk with a ticket for me! AND because my bosses were somehow given VIP tickets (for being local vendors?), the smuggled me into their section for most of the night. Sadly, I have no photos of this event and it would probably be too cheezy to post a scan of that menu which I, of course, saved in a special box along with theater mementos.
but a play-by-play of my week wouldn't have been any more interesting.
I'm also excited about the crochet lesson I'm taking at the library tomorrow [free]. Add to that the Thursday night economic seminars I've been taking and you can start to see why my calendar is SO full that I can't possibly manage to go grocery shopping - for like, a week and a half. It's pathetic. I really don't know where my weeknights go. I admit that lately, a good chunk have been going to the Doomsday Book which I read once in 10th grade and decided to pick up again cuz I remember loving it. Sadly, that is apparently ALL I remember because I was riveted to it all week. Seriously, what's the matter with me?! I KNOW I read that for summer reading before british lit at NK. And I remember really liking it and being glad I hadn't read King Lear like all the other suckers. But as I plowed through it this week, the only familiar thing in it were the buboes! On the flip side, if this is a trend I can expect regarding books from my past, then I can stop making trips to the libary and just pull things off my own bookshelf - saves time and money.
And because you made it to the bottom, here is Allen Park
.
It's located in Adams Morgan/Kalorama and the neighborhood is really residential - compelete with trees.
Our living room before we replaced the sofa cover that it came with from the yard sale (big rip in an obvious spot) - now it's navy blue.
Tomorrow Erich and I are going to see Dar Williams. I love her more than Fridays. The last time I saw her was at Lupo's, though I can't remember who came with me. But the COOLEST time I saw her was in Newport when I worked at Espresso Yourself Cafe. I couldn't get tickets to the Sunset Music Festival that she was playing in that night, but I learned that she was staying in the hotel that was over the cafe. I was giddy all day with the irrational hope that she might stop in for a cup of coffee during her stay. Every time the hotel manager came down to chat with my boss, I'd pester her asking if Dar had checked in yet. The last time I did this, I was met with an answer from the cash register of, "Yes I have". I turned and Daw was standing RIGHT THERE! I got to serve her coffee, we talked about the suprising fact that the cups we used weren't actually bad for the environment cuz they weren't real styrafoam. She also signed the only paper I had availabe - the Espresso Yourself take-out menu. I was on cloud 9 except that I had to say no when she asked if I was going to the concert. She returned an hour later from a walk with a ticket for me! AND because my bosses were somehow given VIP tickets (for being local vendors?), the smuggled me into their section for most of the night. Sadly, I have no photos of this event and it would probably be too cheezy to post a scan of that menu which I, of course, saved in a special box along with theater mementos.
but a play-by-play of my week wouldn't have been any more interesting.
I'm also excited about the crochet lesson I'm taking at the library tomorrow [free]. Add to that the Thursday night economic seminars I've been taking and you can start to see why my calendar is SO full that I can't possibly manage to go grocery shopping - for like, a week and a half. It's pathetic. I really don't know where my weeknights go. I admit that lately, a good chunk have been going to the Doomsday Book which I read once in 10th grade and decided to pick up again cuz I remember loving it. Sadly, that is apparently ALL I remember because I was riveted to it all week. Seriously, what's the matter with me?! I KNOW I read that for summer reading before british lit at NK. And I remember really liking it and being glad I hadn't read King Lear like all the other suckers. But as I plowed through it this week, the only familiar thing in it were the buboes! On the flip side, if this is a trend I can expect regarding books from my past, then I can stop making trips to the libary and just pull things off my own bookshelf - saves time and money.
And because you made it to the bottom, here is Allen Park
.
It's located in Adams Morgan/Kalorama and the neighborhood is really residential - compelete with trees.
Our living room before we replaced the sofa cover that it came with from the yard sale (big rip in an obvious spot) - now it's navy blue.