Sunday night, here you are again, bringing your Smundays with you. Curse you, Smundays! But at the least it means it's time for me to write another Weekend Report, detailing for you the fascinating minutaie of my social life.
Friday night: I meant to go to a yoga donation class for Michael Hall, the yoga teacher who was beat up in an apparent hate crime, but... I just didn't feel like doing yoga after a long work week. So I kept my donation at the studio but then went over to Phoebe and Eric's with some folks to drink some beer and watch the Olympic opening ceremony. I know there were a lot of opinions all over the place about these ceremonies, at least according to the all-knowing Twitter, but I'll tell you mine: I adored it. IT WAS SO FUCKING WEIRD AND GREAT. For a more interesting take than mine (and my take = DAVID BECKHAM IS SO HOT DANIEL CRAIG IS SO HOT CORGIS QUEEN VOLDEMORT AHHHHH! PS WHY DOES KENNETH BRANAGH LOOK SO SELF-SATISFIED) read this interesting piece that really resonated with me, about the dissent and protest of the British ceremony as opposed to Beijing's.
Saturday AM: Well, this is where news gets a bit sad. I didn't do my run this AM. And this is because I think I've got a stress fracture in my right tibia. Saaaad. This is maybe my body telling me it's not built for the sort of mileage you need to run to do a really good marathon. I've decided to take at least a week off of running (much smarter when I suffered a stress fracture in my inner pubic ramus a few years ago, where I couldn't run for a year after ignoring it for several months) but at this point I'm not uber-optimistic about my fall marathon... maybe it's time for me to focus on must halfs. We'll see. I'm icing, and resting and hoping.
So anyways, I messed around Saturday morning, watching the Olympics, drooling over Ryan Lochte, drinking coffee, getting a pedicure, as you do. I eventually ended up meeting a friend in the early afternoon for an anti-fracking rally on the Mall, and then just hanging out and about that afternoon.
Saturday night it was the lovely Laura McGann's birthday, so Charles and I went out to her apartment building in Southeast for her party, where I drank margaritas and got schooled by Charles in the zen of foosball. Eventually I wandered over to DC9 to meet some folks, and then home for another late night for me. Socializing is hard!
Sunday: After another late start, I left my building and patronized some local businesses. I live pretty near Smucker Farms, and I just love that place. They are so friendly and have such great meat, cheese, and other delicacies. Lots of wonderful Amish fare. Not to mention great coffee, served with Trickling Springs cream. Highly recommended, make sure to stop in.
Then the best thing in the world happened. I was heading to Kate's bridal shower in Bloomingdale, but I just missed the 90 bus heading east. Oh well, I thought to myself, guess I'll just walk like 2 miles in this sweaty heat. But then I ran into Amanda, who was heading to American Ice Company to pick up meat for bridal shower tacos (they don't normally cater but made an exception because Kate is great), where we ran into Joe, who gave us free beers, AND I got a ride in Amanda's car to the bridal shower. Thanks, god, for making me barely miss that bus! Day turned out way better this way.
The bridal shower was amazing. Kate's dear friend Mary busted out an inner Martha Stewart that none of us knew existed and put together a classy, beautiful and delicious event, with lovely decorations, amazing food, and best of all - no games (as per the bride's request). So we just sat around eating food, drinking champagne, and telling stories about how we've come to know Kate.
Then I wandered home, stopping in Meridian Hill Park on the way. Just love that place, so glad I live near it. And now I'm home, getting ready for a busy work week, and writing this astounding piece of blog literature. Check out my instagrams from the weekend here. Hope your weekend was as wonderful!