Hey Cool, I Survived Richmond and DC and Made It Back Alive
i am now getting nuzzled enthusiastically by the mmmayhem cat, and listening to people celebrating the Flyers going to the Stanley Cup Finals. go, Philly, eh?
so anyway, while i was gone, i:
-took many many pictures of some mighty beautiful and interesting and sweet people. i am so excited about these i could just burst. expect to see results soon. thank you Pam, Rachel and Kim. for the posing, of course, but also for showing such exceptional generosity and hospitality. i love your city (what i saw of it) and cannot wait to come back.
-hung out and caught up with decade-long friends who now live in DC. thank you Aaron, Andy and Sharyl for your hospitality as well. see you in early July when i’m back for the wedding.
-ate ungodly amounts of fried food, including a basket of deep fried pickes, green tomatoes, cheese sticks, and french fries. later, tempura fried inari was had. but the best food of the entire trip was probably the Pink Lemonade Cupcakes from Carytown Cupcakes in Richmond. someone please make these people successful millionaires.
-also drank some exceptionally good beer. Aaron’s homebrews were tops, but the Great Lakes Monster double IPA and the 21st Amendment’s Monk’s Blood knocked my ass into outer space. of course, on the opposite end of the quality spectrum was the cheap champagne mixed with a can of Sparks, but that was the exception that proves the rule or something.
-watched the whole wrap-up finale of Lost, despite never having sat through an entire episode for the past six years. i think i get what happened, but even people who have obssessively followed that show all along seem confused too, so who knows?
-spotted Ian Mackaye along with a bunch of stereotypical record-collecting archetypes at the DC Record Show. didn’t sneak any pictures of him though.
-encountered to worst smelling human being i’ve had the pleasure of sharing a Greyhound Bus with. fortunately he didn’t sit near me.
I Know It Is A Dreaded Hipster Cliche Or Something But
i am pleased with the vintage plaid button up shirts i have been ending up with lately. many of my old favorites keep disappearing into the hands of sneaky-ass lady friends who just want to “borrow” them (even though i know full well i’ll never get them back but… go ahead anyway), so i have to replace my stock regularly. but that’s what thrift stores are for. well, that and awesome paintings like THIS: http://www.friedbumblebees.com/unicornpainting.jpg