It is another freakin’ week and, worse than that, it’s another stupid, useless, tilting at windmills kind of week coming off a really spectacular weekend. Pity I can’t figure out some way to make money off my weekend activities, but then I guess all I’d want to do on the weekend is sit aimlessly at a desk and answer stupid questions just for some variety.
Friday was typical, I really have never liked Fridays. They’re just another goddamned weekday culminating in an evening where you really feel like you ought to do something fun and creative but your ability to think of something fun and creative has been sapped by the mind-numbing inanity of your typical goddamned weekday. So, I cleaned a bit, watched some telly, read some wonderfully anti-social comic books and had a couple of pints. Not bad, all in all.
Saturday was a whirlwind tour of DC with my new favorite person. Fresh blueberries from a pal’s garden were turned into blueberry pancakes with warm blueberry sauce, yum. Then the usual car/Metro method of getting into town followed by hours of running through all the art museums on the Mall. Saw the Houdin exhibit, very very cool to see all the busts of the great figures of the Enlightenment. The highlight, I think, was the “Jesus with skin, Jesus without skin” comment that pretty much doubled up my companion. You’ll know what I mean if you swing down to see the exhibition. Lots of modern art in the East Wing and the Hirshorn and a quick stop by the 54th Mass monument in the Main Building of the National Gallery. Sweet.
Naturally this was followed by some champeen boozing: supper at the Dubliner, a couple of pints at the Irish Times, a quick stop over for some lip-smackingly delightful Tetley’s Ale at Biddy’s in Dupont Circle and finally a swing into the Four Provinces up in Cleveland Park. And that wasn’t even the end of it, finally got back to Gettysburg and lounged around my usual Saturday night spot until three bloody thirty in the morning! A late night, but damned fun. ‘Course, I’ll be paying for it most of the week but it was worth it.
Mmmmm, biscuits and gravy for breakfast Sunday and a day of lying about doing nothing at all interrupted by a quick trip to the bar to hear the Frederick Air Show report. Nifty.
Now back to my blood-stoppingly pointless and survival instinct sapping regular gig.