A Sorta Fairytale

I haven't seen Bruce, a pal from my high school art & algebra classes, in ten years. His 3-day weekend visit to Capital Hill from the coast of Virginia is an appetizer for our ten-year high school reunion, looming in June. It is also a reminder of why I love residing in this city. I've been vacationing vicariously through Bruce, seeing new sites (The Hirshorn Sculpture Museum), and introducing him to my haunts (Eastern Market, U St., St. Brendans). Hosting a house guest is cheaper than going away for the weekend, and it forces me to stretch my narrow range of motion in this glorious city.

In fact, we attempted to attend one of the free daily concerts at the Kennedy Center's Millenium Stage - which I have been wanting to do for over a year - but... my dyslexia & lack of a smart phone screwed us. Code for: We Got Lost. We settled for Tapas & Beer before a thrilling GWU ping pong tournament (a great perk of grad school is the house parties - such interesting & entertaining people). I'm so exhausted now, after a long day of exploring. But, lucky me, Bruce is cooking dinner. The smell of garlic is filling my apartment. Grrrrowl...