Today has been perfect.
I'm in such a good mood. I cleaned my room thoroughly last night, except I don't think Rosanne has a vacuum, so my floor's kinda gross. But it's so nice to have a clean room. Matt came over late, and we cuddled and watched The Gravedancers (trailer), which was an okay movie with some seriously great visuals:
Afterwards, we played the ancient TMNT arcade game on Xbox Live Arcade. We were talking about childhood stories as we played and it was a good time. But then his controller ran out of batteries and I didn't have any charged, so we ended up watching two gay-but-painfully-repressed Armenian guys talk about fucking chicks on Taxicab Confessions. It was like 3:30 AM by then, so he went home. I wish he weren't still contagious from strep throat. Also I wish his spleen weren't in constant danger of exploding upon any forceful impact to his stomach.
So today has been gorgeous. And I don't use that word lightly. Actually, I don't use that word. I got up at noon, put on my new H+M trunks and sweater (along with my favorite jeans and my good glasses I finally got back from repairs) and went to Eastern Market. The weather was perfect. I love sweater weather, and that's what it was all day. After I got off the Metro, I stopped at Murky Coffee and got a café au lait, and then I wandered around the flea market. I got a birthday card for Katie and then went into East Hall and got a crabcake sandwich from Market Lunch. It was so much better than the one from the pub Friday. Then I wandered around the vendors outside. The mongolian painter I bought from in the spring was there and I realized that grandma and grandpa would love his paintings, since they love both eastern art and horses. I called dad and told him we should get them one for Christmas, and I took photos:
There was this guy selling awesome greeting cards, too. I bought two that I thought dad would like for his birthday; they're really our kind of Monty Pythonesque humor. For example:
YOU HAVE ALREADY WON A FABULOUS BIRTHDAY GIFT!
Could it be a hundredweight of stinking codfish?
An inflatable rubber ox? (In one of eight electric colors.)
An exploding fiberglass lawn penguin?
Or one of hudreds of other disturbing treats?*
*Legal disclaimer: Some fabulous birthday gifts may have no cash value.
also:
CONDOLENCES on your...
(check all that apply)
□ demonic visitation
□ act of God
□ birthday
□ existential angst
□ wild beast attack
□ peasant uprising
□ military calamity
□ plague of locusts
□ death or dismemberment
(more choices inside ...)
So then I bought my produce, which was the reason I went to Eastern Market in the first place. It all looks so good. Then I headed home. I stopped in Whole Foods and got some vanilla Silk (mmm) and a tub of olives, and consumed them both as soon as I got home. I've been sitting in my room with the window open all the way, enjoying the brisk air. And now I'm off to finish this perfect day with some video games.
I love DC.
Afterwards, we played the ancient TMNT arcade game on Xbox Live Arcade. We were talking about childhood stories as we played and it was a good time. But then his controller ran out of batteries and I didn't have any charged, so we ended up watching two gay-but-painfully-repressed Armenian guys talk about fucking chicks on Taxicab Confessions. It was like 3:30 AM by then, so he went home. I wish he weren't still contagious from strep throat. Also I wish his spleen weren't in constant danger of exploding upon any forceful impact to his stomach.
So today has been gorgeous. And I don't use that word lightly. Actually, I don't use that word. I got up at noon, put on my new H+M trunks and sweater (along with my favorite jeans and my good glasses I finally got back from repairs) and went to Eastern Market. The weather was perfect. I love sweater weather, and that's what it was all day. After I got off the Metro, I stopped at Murky Coffee and got a café au lait, and then I wandered around the flea market. I got a birthday card for Katie and then went into East Hall and got a crabcake sandwich from Market Lunch. It was so much better than the one from the pub Friday. Then I wandered around the vendors outside. The mongolian painter I bought from in the spring was there and I realized that grandma and grandpa would love his paintings, since they love both eastern art and horses. I called dad and told him we should get them one for Christmas, and I took photos:
There was this guy selling awesome greeting cards, too. I bought two that I thought dad would like for his birthday; they're really our kind of Monty Pythonesque humor. For example:
YOU HAVE ALREADY WON A FABULOUS BIRTHDAY GIFT!
Could it be a hundredweight of stinking codfish?
An inflatable rubber ox? (In one of eight electric colors.)
An exploding fiberglass lawn penguin?
Or one of hudreds of other disturbing treats?*
*Legal disclaimer: Some fabulous birthday gifts may have no cash value.
also:
CONDOLENCES on your...
(check all that apply)
□ demonic visitation
□ act of God
□ birthday
□ existential angst
□ wild beast attack
□ peasant uprising
□ military calamity
□ plague of locusts
□ death or dismemberment
(more choices inside ...)
So then I bought my produce, which was the reason I went to Eastern Market in the first place. It all looks so good. Then I headed home. I stopped in Whole Foods and got some vanilla Silk (mmm) and a tub of olives, and consumed them both as soon as I got home. I've been sitting in my room with the window open all the way, enjoying the brisk air. And now I'm off to finish this perfect day with some video games.
I love DC.