Thursday, March 22, I made the brilliant decision to attend the Hunger Games midnight premiere. I might not have finished the book, however, the allure of patiently waiting in a sardine can with anxious teenagers for a midnight showing even though I will be arriving at work hours later is always a gambit for me. As obnoxious and cliche as it sounds, no matter how crowded the venue (I hate people) or exhausted I may be the next day, it is always worth it in the end. And this was no different, although I started the book months ago, I have yet to finish it...looks like I might have more motivation now. I adored the movie, such an adrenaline rush. And my sleep deprivation was no match for a swig of 5 hour power, yes I am essentially drinking poison, but, "you only live once" seems to be my mantra/accessory for this season. Some girls like to sport a new bag everyday, I prefer the zombie look. Classic.
Friday after work I headed home to grab my suitcase, I was off to Nashville, Tennessee, the home of Country Music. New York last weekend, Tennessee this weekend, I wonder why I am so sleep deprived. This weekend I was making the trip to meet up with some family. I was met at the airport by Justin, and we headed for their home. I had yet to visit them in Kentucky and this appeared to be my last chance to make a trip down south before their move! As we crept up to the house we tip-toed into the dark house, and just as I set my bags down I am tackled by a large black mass, Brucey, a 6 month old pit bull. I immediately drop to the floor to play with my new friend, one of the difficult parts about living over here is being away from my puppies. I have missed my K9 companions...
Saturday after a hearty breakfast we pack up the "RV" and head back into Nashville. The first stop, the Gaylord Opry Hotel (The South's version of Disneyland I have been informed). We settled into the hotel and made our way to the "Dreamworks Experience," (my cousin has a 2 year old) this interactive "experience" was a "friendly" competition for kids and parents to do together. Being an obnoxiously competitive family, we began strategizingn (immediately), "well Gabe is 2 so he wont be able to compete," as we began delegating games to each individual we realized how truly pathetic we were acting. Don't get me wrong, winning was still our goal, but I was not going to push a toddle down in order to attain that goal. Around 9, the babysitter arrived, we snuck out of the experience just as the dance party began, darn. We had our own dance party to attend. We "quickly" got ready and headed to Downtown Nashville for a night of live music and dancing. The sights and sounds of the historic Downtown were intoxicating, cowboys and cowgirls paraded around the strip, jumping from bar to bar, soulful country ballads wafted out the open doors. Our first bar, the Dueling Pianos (Justin's suggestion), upon entering I was extremely skeptical, all I saw was a smokey patio, I tried to mask my disappointment, but I essentially speak in facial expressions...Justin quickly corralled us to the back of the bar. As we meshed into the crowd we saw what was drawing in the audience, on stage were two pianists playing popular music and hurling one liners back and forth (now that's my style). Hilarious, to say the least. Just as we began to settle down we were scuttled out to our next bar, again I questioned Justin's taste, gross, dive bar. But wait, that band, is, awesome. Jack and I rushed to the dance floor to kick up our boots to some good 'ole country music. If you love live (COUNTRY) music, Nashville is the place to go. We spent the remainder of the night jumping from bar to bar, and every band we saw was brilliant. I could live there, (who am I kidding...visit) phenomenal music, great food, and adorable cowboys (or cute Vandi students... your preference) I'm not sure you could want anything else in a city! It.Was.Spectacular. Nashville is a definite must see, I can safely add it to my list of favorite places.
Sunday, obviously a day of rest, and we honorable respected it. Tragically we did not make it to church, however we did enjoy some much needed R&R. As we reflected on the night we realized we had lost David. Geez. Well technically we were all aware of it but when it turned noon and we still had not heard from him so we decided to give him a jingle. David had decided to stick Downtown with our friends for a little longer and got suckered into staying at someone's mom's house...excellent. Poor child's phone died and had been waiting around all morning for a ride back to the hotel. After he had made it back safe and sound we decided to make our way out to a little brunch. Generally I am pretty morally opposed to all you can eat brunches, generally due to my horrendous sweet tooth...oops. But it was grrrreat. We sat around the table reflecting upon the night, mostly laughing at Justin's facial expressions. Girls, if you want to go out and do not want to get harassed by creepers, I suggest going with a 6'3'' army man. If I had only taken a photo...words can't describe the death stare that emitted from his face, greatness. Centennial Park was our next destination, day naps (food comas) in the sun, one of my favorite past times and a great way to end a fabulous trip!
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
I Just Want to Dance and Eat
The only way to truly experience exceptional night life in a fabulous city is 1) girls only 2) you need a promoter(s)
Living on the East Coast, traveling between states is so accessible it would be a shame not to, hence we decided a New York City trip was in order. Mala, Isa and I had been to New York before but Jasmine had not, we instantly began compiling a list of our favorite places and spaces in the Concrete Jungle, but to our dismay Jasmine would have none of it.
"I just want to dance and eat."
Easy enough...
We boarded our bus on a Thursday night and began our trek up to New York. We got into the city around 10 pm, dropped our bags at The Plaza and not wanting to waste any time decided to start our vacation. We "quickly" got ready and headed to the Meatpacking District, Le Bain at the Standard seemed appropriate enough. We casually bypassed the line to flirt our way into the club, but instead of finding a bored meat-head doorman we run into an anorexic witchy woman. Tragic. "If you aren't on the list you aren't getting in." Rude. Unfortunately "But we're from LA" does not have the same influence in NYC...go figure. Jasmine being the more vocal in the group was not going to give up that easily, after a couple minutes of scheming and spinning we realized our efforts were futile and we should try out another. Dejectedly we headed down another street, Mala and I intersected a hipster on our walk and he pointed us in the direction of a club on the street. "Tell them you are with Raul and Fiasco Magazine." We waltzed past the line and headed into the club, Kiss and Fly. Now this was more like it. After a night of mingling and dancing we headed back to the apartment giddy with our dumb luck.
Friday we woke up had breakfast and headed to Fifth Ave for a little shopping. As dusk began to set in we made our way back to the apartment. We had a long night ahead of us and we wanted to rest up. Tonight we had plans to meet up with some of Isa's friends from Venezuela, back to the Standard. This time we were on "the list," it was ok...the best part about it was the look on the doorwoman's face as we pranced past her and up to the elevator. Sorry doorwoman, we do what we want. We made a couple of friends at Kiss n Fly the night before and decided to jump around until we found a club worthy of our presence. After three duds we wandered into Griffin, the entire centerpiece was a three tiered pink chandelier and we had a table. Boom. After dancing the night away with our new Venezuelan friends we headed to Leo's apartment for a little after hours merengue and pizza.
Saturday, we decided to introduce Jasmine to Serendipity, who doesn't love a frozen hot chocolate in the morning? As we made our way out of the lobby we were instantly shocked to see the streets filled with people, we had completely forgotten about the St. Patrick's Day Parade! Well that plan was scratched, unless we crowd surfed across Fifth Ave. we were not making it to brunch. We grabbed obnoxious St. Patty's paraphernalia and headed to Sarabeth's for some food and green mimosas...we just had to properly celebrate the holiday. We then followed the masses to Times Square. Waves of people stormed the streets, it was a sight to see. After popping in and out of a couple Irish pubs we found a suitable place, a pack of attractive, noncreepy men (that were good dancers...key) and a man in a giant Gumby suit, it really couldn't get more ideal. We spent the afternoon dancing and decided to call it at 6. We made our way through the crowds and all four of us instantly passed out as soon as we got home. Around 9 we woke up, shoot we had dinner at Tao in 30 minutes! Could we do it, was it worth it? Duh...we scrambled to look presentable and hopped in a cab, it was .5 miles away but that seems like a marathon in 5 inch heals. After a fabulous dinner we made our way to SOHO, tonight's venue W.I.P (Work in Progress), an Andy Warhol themed club. This was my favorite, SuperTrendy, good music, beautiful artsy men and another table.
Sunday our departure was at 5:30, but when you wake up at noon and pack you really have no time for activities...but we still had a few things up our sleeve. We sat down for an ummmazing cappuccino, grabbed some gyros and headed to Central Park for some ice skating. It was a lovely afternoon and we were all deeply depressed as we made our way back to the District. Au revoir mi amore, we shall be back.
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The only thing I can complain about was that there aren't enough hours in a day. There is always something fabulous happening and there simply isn't enough time to do it, but at least we tried.
Living on the East Coast, traveling between states is so accessible it would be a shame not to, hence we decided a New York City trip was in order. Mala, Isa and I had been to New York before but Jasmine had not, we instantly began compiling a list of our favorite places and spaces in the Concrete Jungle, but to our dismay Jasmine would have none of it.
"I just want to dance and eat."
Easy enough...
We boarded our bus on a Thursday night and began our trek up to New York. We got into the city around 10 pm, dropped our bags at The Plaza and not wanting to waste any time decided to start our vacation. We "quickly" got ready and headed to the Meatpacking District, Le Bain at the Standard seemed appropriate enough. We casually bypassed the line to flirt our way into the club, but instead of finding a bored meat-head doorman we run into an anorexic witchy woman. Tragic. "If you aren't on the list you aren't getting in." Rude. Unfortunately "But we're from LA" does not have the same influence in NYC...go figure. Jasmine being the more vocal in the group was not going to give up that easily, after a couple minutes of scheming and spinning we realized our efforts were futile and we should try out another. Dejectedly we headed down another street, Mala and I intersected a hipster on our walk and he pointed us in the direction of a club on the street. "Tell them you are with Raul and Fiasco Magazine." We waltzed past the line and headed into the club, Kiss and Fly. Now this was more like it. After a night of mingling and dancing we headed back to the apartment giddy with our dumb luck.
Friday we woke up had breakfast and headed to Fifth Ave for a little shopping. As dusk began to set in we made our way back to the apartment. We had a long night ahead of us and we wanted to rest up. Tonight we had plans to meet up with some of Isa's friends from Venezuela, back to the Standard. This time we were on "the list," it was ok...the best part about it was the look on the doorwoman's face as we pranced past her and up to the elevator. Sorry doorwoman, we do what we want. We made a couple of friends at Kiss n Fly the night before and decided to jump around until we found a club worthy of our presence. After three duds we wandered into Griffin, the entire centerpiece was a three tiered pink chandelier and we had a table. Boom. After dancing the night away with our new Venezuelan friends we headed to Leo's apartment for a little after hours merengue and pizza.
Saturday, we decided to introduce Jasmine to Serendipity, who doesn't love a frozen hot chocolate in the morning? As we made our way out of the lobby we were instantly shocked to see the streets filled with people, we had completely forgotten about the St. Patrick's Day Parade! Well that plan was scratched, unless we crowd surfed across Fifth Ave. we were not making it to brunch. We grabbed obnoxious St. Patty's paraphernalia and headed to Sarabeth's for some food and green mimosas...we just had to properly celebrate the holiday. We then followed the masses to Times Square. Waves of people stormed the streets, it was a sight to see. After popping in and out of a couple Irish pubs we found a suitable place, a pack of attractive, noncreepy men (that were good dancers...key) and a man in a giant Gumby suit, it really couldn't get more ideal. We spent the afternoon dancing and decided to call it at 6. We made our way through the crowds and all four of us instantly passed out as soon as we got home. Around 9 we woke up, shoot we had dinner at Tao in 30 minutes! Could we do it, was it worth it? Duh...we scrambled to look presentable and hopped in a cab, it was .5 miles away but that seems like a marathon in 5 inch heals. After a fabulous dinner we made our way to SOHO, tonight's venue W.I.P (Work in Progress), an Andy Warhol themed club. This was my favorite, SuperTrendy, good music, beautiful artsy men and another table.
Sunday our departure was at 5:30, but when you wake up at noon and pack you really have no time for activities...but we still had a few things up our sleeve. We sat down for an ummmazing cappuccino, grabbed some gyros and headed to Central Park for some ice skating. It was a lovely afternoon and we were all deeply depressed as we made our way back to the District. Au revoir mi amore, we shall be back.
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PANCAN
One of the reasons I love my job is because I am able to witness some of the amazing things that go on in DC. It has become a rarity that we see a bipartisan consensus in Congress, its kind of like a unicorn these days. I knew that today I was scheduled to attend a hearing from 10-12:30, have a quick lunch date with a friend, then attend a briefing from 1:30-2:30. Neglecting to check the topics I wasn't entirely sure what I was in for. I will not bore you with the hearing...because it was boring; additionally I was multitasking and planning my Stagecoach trip...oops. After my lovely lunch I scurried off to the briefing, Pancreatic Cancer. Interesting, I really have no background on it so I was instantly interested. I knew that this disease had recently taken the life's of Steve Jobs and Patrick Swayze, but by no means was I well versed on this fatal disease. From the moment the briefing began I was captivated. The President and CEO of the Pancreatic Cancer Action Network welcomed us then introduced the cosponsoring Representatives Lance and Eshoo. Although they were different in every way, each representing different coasts and political backgrounds they were united together under one cause. A very important cause, that truly deserves more attention especially as it is becoming more prevalent in today's society. It is the fourth leading cause of cancer deaths in the U.S and this year it is estimated that 44,000 Americans will be diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and over 37,000 will die. Today, in the twenty-first century little is known about the risk factor and there are no early detection methods. That is terrifying.
Next to speak was Dr. George Fisher from Stanford University (he is the doctor that worked with Patrick Swayze). He spoke more on the medical and research aspect of the disease. There are a few types of pancreatic cancer but the most common is adenocarcinoma, accounting for 95% of those diagnosed. Fisher stated that realistically we cannot make more progress unless we develop better treatments and to do so we need to devote more resources to research. Only 2% of the $5 billion annual budget goes to research. There have been developments in other cancer research and pancreatic cancer has “borrowed” those developments but in order to make significant progress we need to develop a focused strategy. It is important to look at the molecular features then identify vulnerabilities. Although this fight looks ambiguously bleak now, it was comforting to know that someone so passionate and brilliant was working to find a cure.
The final speaker was a woman by the name of Eva Noesen, she gave her personal account of her experience with pancreatic cancer. This past January she had lost her husband to pancreatic cancer, he was 30. As she told her story she showed pictures of her husband's body slowly deteriorating with the illness. As I watched this young woman speak about how she lost the love of her life at such a young age I was overcome by emotion. Just looking into her eyes you could see how broken she was, but she was not giving up. She spoke today to garner support for an upcoming bill, H.R.377. Because of the love she bore for her husband she wanted to make a change, she didn't want others to have to experience this same debilitating loss.
Nothing is more beautiful than a bared, transparent soul.
H.R.733
http://www.pancan.org/
Next to speak was Dr. George Fisher from Stanford University (he is the doctor that worked with Patrick Swayze). He spoke more on the medical and research aspect of the disease. There are a few types of pancreatic cancer but the most common is adenocarcinoma, accounting for 95% of those diagnosed. Fisher stated that realistically we cannot make more progress unless we develop better treatments and to do so we need to devote more resources to research. Only 2% of the $5 billion annual budget goes to research. There have been developments in other cancer research and pancreatic cancer has “borrowed” those developments but in order to make significant progress we need to develop a focused strategy. It is important to look at the molecular features then identify vulnerabilities. Although this fight looks ambiguously bleak now, it was comforting to know that someone so passionate and brilliant was working to find a cure.
The final speaker was a woman by the name of Eva Noesen, she gave her personal account of her experience with pancreatic cancer. This past January she had lost her husband to pancreatic cancer, he was 30. As she told her story she showed pictures of her husband's body slowly deteriorating with the illness. As I watched this young woman speak about how she lost the love of her life at such a young age I was overcome by emotion. Just looking into her eyes you could see how broken she was, but she was not giving up. She spoke today to garner support for an upcoming bill, H.R.377. Because of the love she bore for her husband she wanted to make a change, she didn't want others to have to experience this same debilitating loss.
Nothing is more beautiful than a bared, transparent soul.
H.R.733
http://www.pancan.org/
Monday, March 5, 2012
Can't You Be Believing Now
Well it is Monday and I have (almost) finally caught my breath from the last 2 weeks, geesh. Lets see what have I done? Last, last Wednesday we went to a restaurant opening, Fujimar. It was great, the restaurant/lounge/night club is 3 stories. It has a very European feel, and I loved the decor (if you haven't noticed this is a trend, I really appreciate an avant-garde composition). Mala and I pranced around from room to room in search of the sushi display, to our chagrin we were too late for the appetizers and opted to sit in the restaurant for a little taste test. We were soon joined by Jasmine, Gabe, Mary, Ana and Emily as they too wanted to explore our new playground. Our table was positioned quite near the DJ booth and our casual sushi experience soon turned into a dance party.
Friday, Isabella invited us to a Venezuelan fundraiser at Eden, how could we say no. Eden is a fun change up because it always seems (or at least on the floor we frequent) to be playing Latin music. My favorite part about Eden, watching the couple's salsa dance. It is such a beautiful dance, the partners interwoven in a rhythmic melody, so romantic. As Gabe so eloquently pointed out, "I need to learn how to salsa, everyone looks good. Even those ugly kids." And its true, its an aesthetically pleasing sport, even for those who are not? Isabella has promised to teach us (and Mala has promised to teach us to belly dance), I guess we'll see how truly uncoordinated I really am...
Saturday, was a bit hectic. We started the morning off planning a paint party. That was then canceled. Then we decided to go to U St. Then we decided to not make plans because lets be honest, they are unnecessary? Our one stationary plan was dinner, Jas, Isa and I joined Mary and Andrew at Ping Pong for dinner. We pass it every time we go into DuPont and so we figured we'd give it a try. Dim Sum and cocktails, interesting mix but I liked it. As always it was more of a tapas restaurant which I really do love, because I can NEVER decide on just one dish, this way I get to try many. After dinner, instead of heading to a bar like normal 20 something year olds, we found our way to Pinkberry. And just as we sat down, Jas received an interesting text from Chole, "We're downstairs." You're what, under Pinkberry? What does that even mean? Apparently we hadn't informed the whole party that our paint party was CANCELED. We quickly scarfed down our delicious frozen yogurt and made our way back to the house. What was almost a catastrophe turned into quite the event. We sprawled out on crate paper and began sloshing colors together hoping shades would become shapes and forms would turn into figures. Late into the morning when the delirium began to set in we wrapped up our projects and trudged back to our rooms masterpieces in hand.
Blah blah blah...and we fast forward to the following week.
Monday I attended a Congressional meeting with a partner and a client...its casual.
Tuesday, I attend a hearing on the Hill.
Wednesday night I received a text from Madeline Fahan (Vlade), she would be playing a game at American University on Thursday. After missing her first two games in the city due to scheduling conflicts, I was determined NOT to miss another. As I rushed home in the cold, I knew that only one thing could help to compensate for my lack of attendance at her previous games, Georgetown Cupcakes. After placing a small order I would pick them up the following evening before the game. Got to love take out orders.
Thursday, not wanting to make the trek out to AU alone I enlisted the help of my friend Jasmine (I bribed her with a cupcake). After picking up my cupcakes we made our way to the game, it was so fun watching Mads play, I haven't seen her play in years and it made me a bit nostalgic for my high school glory days.
Friday, of course as I was getting ready to leave work it starts to POUR. I quickly hitch a ride with a co-worker to the Pour House (how fitting, I know) where I met up with some friends. After explaining to everyone, that I am not able to drink because I gave it up for lent...I know, I know, I'm odd, everything around here revolves around happy hour...blah blah blah. After the Pour House we made our way to Mary and Nicole's apartment for a little house warming party. Mary, a true host, shuffled around the party making sure to say hello to everyone, while making appetizers and playing DJ, it was exhausting to watch! Quite the memorable night but it was not over as Mala and I made our way back to the house the girls wanted to go dancing, excellent because it was already midnight and still raining. Why not? We quickly changed and decided to head to Eden. As we were walking out the door our security guard gives us the look, yes yes I know its raining and we are wearing heels and we aren't wearing jackets...it will be fine. As soon as we left the overhang we began to sprint! By the time we had ran the 5 blocks to Eden not only were we out of breath but we looked like wet dogs. The bouncers gave us the same bewildered look as the security guard, Jasmine waltzes up to them tells them that they will not only let us in but that we are not paying. Somehow this always seems to work...and tonight (surprisingly) was no different...go figure.
Saturday, Mala and I had a field trip to Mount Vernon bright and early. It was a lovely day for a drive and the grounds and museum were so interesting. If you haven't been and are in the area it is definitely a must see. After we were dropped off at the house there was no time to rest, we were late already. We were to join Isa, Jas and Andres on a indoor rock climbing excursion in Maryland. We quickly changed and hopped on the metro, as we entered the expansive gym we geared up and met our group for our first climb. Everyone being pretty competitive collectively decided to bypass the beginner levels and began scaling more intermediate walls. Needless to say after 3 walls none of us could feel our forearms. After a couple hours we headed back to the house where we immediately passed out.
Sunday, we were all pretty useless. Around 3 in the afternoon we managed to go on a short run, but that was short lived because I had a dinner in Baltimore. I quickly managed to put myself together and made my way to Union Station, and just as I was exiting the metro, one of my diamond earring fell out of my dangly earring and onto my jacket sleeve. I immediately panic and can only imagine the trail of jewelry I have scattered around DC...I call Mala and she checks the contents of my jewelry box, all is accounted for, phew. I meet the Isaacs at their hotel and we make our way to the restaurant for drinks before dinner. It was wonderful catching up with the family, I haven't seen them since we returned from Kenya in August!
Friday, Isabella invited us to a Venezuelan fundraiser at Eden, how could we say no. Eden is a fun change up because it always seems (or at least on the floor we frequent) to be playing Latin music. My favorite part about Eden, watching the couple's salsa dance. It is such a beautiful dance, the partners interwoven in a rhythmic melody, so romantic. As Gabe so eloquently pointed out, "I need to learn how to salsa, everyone looks good. Even those ugly kids." And its true, its an aesthetically pleasing sport, even for those who are not? Isabella has promised to teach us (and Mala has promised to teach us to belly dance), I guess we'll see how truly uncoordinated I really am...
Saturday, was a bit hectic. We started the morning off planning a paint party. That was then canceled. Then we decided to go to U St. Then we decided to not make plans because lets be honest, they are unnecessary? Our one stationary plan was dinner, Jas, Isa and I joined Mary and Andrew at Ping Pong for dinner. We pass it every time we go into DuPont and so we figured we'd give it a try. Dim Sum and cocktails, interesting mix but I liked it. As always it was more of a tapas restaurant which I really do love, because I can NEVER decide on just one dish, this way I get to try many. After dinner, instead of heading to a bar like normal 20 something year olds, we found our way to Pinkberry. And just as we sat down, Jas received an interesting text from Chole, "We're downstairs." You're what, under Pinkberry? What does that even mean? Apparently we hadn't informed the whole party that our paint party was CANCELED. We quickly scarfed down our delicious frozen yogurt and made our way back to the house. What was almost a catastrophe turned into quite the event. We sprawled out on crate paper and began sloshing colors together hoping shades would become shapes and forms would turn into figures. Late into the morning when the delirium began to set in we wrapped up our projects and trudged back to our rooms masterpieces in hand.
Blah blah blah...and we fast forward to the following week.
Monday I attended a Congressional meeting with a partner and a client...its casual.
Tuesday, I attend a hearing on the Hill.
Wednesday night I received a text from Madeline Fahan (Vlade), she would be playing a game at American University on Thursday. After missing her first two games in the city due to scheduling conflicts, I was determined NOT to miss another. As I rushed home in the cold, I knew that only one thing could help to compensate for my lack of attendance at her previous games, Georgetown Cupcakes. After placing a small order I would pick them up the following evening before the game. Got to love take out orders.
Thursday, not wanting to make the trek out to AU alone I enlisted the help of my friend Jasmine (I bribed her with a cupcake). After picking up my cupcakes we made our way to the game, it was so fun watching Mads play, I haven't seen her play in years and it made me a bit nostalgic for my high school glory days.
Friday, of course as I was getting ready to leave work it starts to POUR. I quickly hitch a ride with a co-worker to the Pour House (how fitting, I know) where I met up with some friends. After explaining to everyone, that I am not able to drink because I gave it up for lent...I know, I know, I'm odd, everything around here revolves around happy hour...blah blah blah. After the Pour House we made our way to Mary and Nicole's apartment for a little house warming party. Mary, a true host, shuffled around the party making sure to say hello to everyone, while making appetizers and playing DJ, it was exhausting to watch! Quite the memorable night but it was not over as Mala and I made our way back to the house the girls wanted to go dancing, excellent because it was already midnight and still raining. Why not? We quickly changed and decided to head to Eden. As we were walking out the door our security guard gives us the look, yes yes I know its raining and we are wearing heels and we aren't wearing jackets...it will be fine. As soon as we left the overhang we began to sprint! By the time we had ran the 5 blocks to Eden not only were we out of breath but we looked like wet dogs. The bouncers gave us the same bewildered look as the security guard, Jasmine waltzes up to them tells them that they will not only let us in but that we are not paying. Somehow this always seems to work...and tonight (surprisingly) was no different...go figure.
Saturday, Mala and I had a field trip to Mount Vernon bright and early. It was a lovely day for a drive and the grounds and museum were so interesting. If you haven't been and are in the area it is definitely a must see. After we were dropped off at the house there was no time to rest, we were late already. We were to join Isa, Jas and Andres on a indoor rock climbing excursion in Maryland. We quickly changed and hopped on the metro, as we entered the expansive gym we geared up and met our group for our first climb. Everyone being pretty competitive collectively decided to bypass the beginner levels and began scaling more intermediate walls. Needless to say after 3 walls none of us could feel our forearms. After a couple hours we headed back to the house where we immediately passed out.
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