I haven't blogged in forever! (AKA a weeek). Time to re-up on this here typepad situation, and to recall what I did the past two weekends.
Last last Friday: I went to dinner at Cork. Guys, that place is good. I mean, everybody knows this, I guess, but with all the new buzzed-about spots it's sort of easy to forget. I ate everything: duck, avocado toast, all the french fries, and much more. Then I worked it all off by going dancing at Wonderland like I'm 25 again. Good times.
Saturday: I lounged around and started watching the DVDs of season 1 of Revenge. That show is as addictive as, well, drugs. Revenge is a dish best served on ABC! Or whatever. Point is, I'm enjoying it.
I managed to get outside for exactly one hour to see the Alley of Doom. If you didn't read about it, a woman who works at the Sunlight Foundation got a grant from the Awesome Foundation to create a "boulder" to re-enact the famous Indiana Jones scene. Lots of little kids were doing it, and it was pretty cute:

Then I went to bed at 9pm on a Saturday night because part of being adult is you can do that.
Sunday: I headed with some ladies to Abby's for brunch, where she served us a delicious egg strada and "made" us watch 3 hours of Dawson's Creek season 2. That dialogue! Those shoulder pads! That Van Der Beek hair!
Then it was off to Duffy's to watch some of the Skins game, and catch up with Drew B., who was turning 33. Post-game, we walked up U street to Jack Rose, where I got a tasty burger and we celebrated his birthday with many a-friend and some cupcakes.
This Friday: I had the good fortune to be in New York City for work. Though I had the not so good fortune to be stuck on a train Thursday night that was 3 hours delayed and ruined my plans for dinner with Claire and Natania. There may have been some hysteria-induced tweeting about alcohol and how Amtrak was running out of it. No matter. Friday was a conference, and I got to lunch here at the Central Park conservatory garden, so it wasn't so bad:

So then it was Friday night, which means it was time to get wild and crazy in the city, right? Sort of. I headed down to Park Slope, where I hung out with Lauren and Fletcher and their sweet little guy, helped with bathtime, then drank two bottles of rose with them and ordered Indian food. I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Is anybody else worried about the fact that I seem to have the longest arms in the world? Just me?
Saturday: I had decided to hang around NYC for most of the day, because it's just the best. I woke up early and treated myself to a bagel+lox spread from the Bagel Hole and a cappuccino from De Luxe Cafe, both consumed while milling about Prospect Park.
Then Ben, whom DC misses dearly, came out to meet me in Carroll Gardens, where we got an early lunch at Frankie's Spuntino and shared a carafe of wine before noon. WHAT OF IT?
Eventually, we walked down to Red Hook, where we proceeded to have the most magical afternoon ever. What a cute neighborhood. First, we swung into an art gallery where in the courtyard some model-y types were doing some sort of weird photo shoot with croquet mallets and an Airstream trailer. Okay! Then we milled about on the waterfront, eventually making our way to Steve's for mini-key lime pies, dipped in chocolate, on a stick (THIS IS A REAL THING), and a $5 wine tasting at winery. In Red Hook! They make the wine on grounds! I love it. Then we drank super cheap beers on the patio of the Brooklyn Ice House. My only regret: I'd stuffed myself with so much food that day alone that I could not sample their amazing-sounding BBQ.
And that was that! I hustled off to Penn Station for a 6pm train (luckily, a smooth and on time ride) and was so wiped from the NYC fun I promptly got in bed with the latest Lucky Magazine and fell asleep at 10. Again: a privilege, not a lamentation.
Sunday: I hauled myself to the gym for a session on the stairmaster (my legs & butt still hurting from a Thursday AM crossfit session) and then met the family (sans sister, who was working, but with sister-in-law and nephew-to-be, and they're just the best) for brunch.
I then went to Touchdown to meet up with Jake and Drew for a bit of Redskins watching, luckily leaving before I had to see RGIII get a concussion. Ouch. It was off to see the Master, which was... it was...huh, the movie seemed like... wtf was that, you guys? Could have used about 100x more Landry, methinks.
A drink at the Passenger rounded off the evening, and then I was off to home to finish up Revenge. Can't wait to catch up on season 2. Fun times!
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