friends: October 2004 Archives

Oh, my side still hurts. It's been one of those splitting, aching, laughing-till-you-bust nights and it included hot tea towels, barbecue sauce, hush puppies and a lot of text messages. And now it will continue, because tonight it will continue with some IZZARD, baby, and continue this streak tomorrow with lots of shopping and then a show. Tea towels! I'm still busting up.

So, it seems I was wrong. Kathleen's boy doesn't work for the Mint anymore; he graduated from metal money and moved up to paper. He works for the Treasury, which means he works right next door to the White House and has a special pass that lets him eat lunch between the two buildings. It's very cool.

It's been a very full weekend and I've had such a wonderful time. A nice, drama-free, fun and relaxing weekend was just what the doctor ordered. Pics in full coming soon but here are some quickies of my condemned old house (Heather, check out who's in the window), my gorgeous alma mater, my old newspaper office, Kathleen in her hero headquarters (her classroom), the World War II memorial (at night) and the National Cathedral. We also went to a pumpkin patch and walking around Alexandria, and now we're off to watch Farenheit 9/11, as if any of us need any more reason not to vote for Bush. (There, Leaky readers, my political affiliation is revealed, here on my site where it's perfectly fine for me to unveil it. Though, if you've been reading this site for more than a few months you would have known it anyway. I will be voting for John Kerry with all the gusto my little voting finger can muster. I fear I'll break the machine.)

Politics abound down here (as expected). They are everywhere. In every conversation - and we were in gardens and pumpkin patches, natch - the snatches you grab as you walk by always have the word "vote" or "our guy" our "our people on the Hill" or "come November" in them. Much moreso than in New York. It's interesting.

I am OUT. Forty hours of overtime in two weeks and it's time for a BREAK. Off I go to DC, where there shall be Kathleen, kitties, Georgetown, condemned houses, coffee, shopping, ghosts, pumpkins (the good kind), the Key bridge, the Exorcist steps, fall foliage, white houses, new houses, new houseguests, futons/rollaways/sheets on hard floors, lots of food, music, movies, laughs (dear, old, wonderful laughs), politics, pennies, nickels and dimes (Kathleen's boy works for the Mint), old talk, new talk, carousing, happiness, drinking (I'm sure), and AT LAST after months and months and months a special weekend to catch up with a very missed friend. Oh. I can't wait.