Saturday I sat around listening to The Jam and missing New York. Then I went Xmas shopping and realized that M Street in Georgetown is basically Broadway between 10th and Houston, except worse.
Ugh.
They need a Bloomie's Soho in Georgetown. I need one place I can go and buy everything at once so I don't have go to store to store and meet/deal with all the horrid people there (mostly sixteen year old girls with Uggs and ear-piercingly loud cell phone conversations).
This means, what? I've gone and become elderly, haven't I? Adult, at least. I listen to NPR and believe in the powers of bran.
Sunday was better. Made some poetic progress. Got all my Xmas card envelopes addressed. And then I went and heard some actual poetry: Kristen Gallagher, Barbara Cole, and Lauren Bender at DCAC. Afterwards, I went and hung out with the poet people at Asylum, which is an absurd theme bar that looks like Frankenstein's castle. But yay for poets and chili fries. Hopefully, I will have a little something on the reading later. But now I have to get out the door for work.
It looks like a Hawthorne novel outside today.
* (overheard in the office)
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