Another Fine Weekend
Sunday, September 30th, 2007I know I say it a lot, but this whole not being busy renovating a house thing is just fantastic. Who knew you could have two days off a week? Sure, I have been done for over two months, but I still fully appreciate how scarce free time was from November 2006 to July 2007. It’s great to be free again.
I’ve now had a dog for over a week, as he’s calmed down and become more used to his new home, I have gotten more and more sleep and cleaned up less and less dog pee. He’s very inconsistent when it comes to peeing on my brand new laminate floors, but if he keeps finding new places to pee, eventually I will Mr. Clean the entire floor, a few square feet at a time.
O.P. is awesome, and settled in pretty quickly. Of course, he’s the cutest, smallest puppy on the block and gets lots of attention wherever he goes. When I walk him he’ll sit and stare at me for about 10 seconds as I walk ahead of him and extend the full length of his leash. When I reach the end, he’ll resist for a bit, and then come running up to me. Repeat, and this is how my 7 week old puppy takes his walks.
On Friday night, James, Jimmy, Susie, Shannon and I went out to Thirsty Dog and Howl at the Moon in celebration of Jimmy’s 26th birthday. Thirsty dog was pretty standard, though I wished I could bring my dog there (it used to be the place to bring your dog and eat and drink, but have since banned pets… I think they had to bow down to the city health inspectors).
Howl at the Moon is a piano bar, with two pianos and a complement of other instruments. It must be an incredibly fun job, but these guys take requests and just jam out all night. You never know what you’ll see or hear, and they get the audience involved at every chance they get. I hadn’t been to Power Plant Live in years, and it was just as I remembered it. I think it depends who you’re with, because I had a blast this time around.
On Saturday night I packed up O.P.’s crate and drove down to D.C. I dropped him off at Mike’s house while I went to Jimmy’s Birthday dinner at Charlie Palmer steakhouse in D.C. It’s right downtown on Constitution Ave. by the mall, and it’s the kind of fancy schmancy place you’ll find lobbyists and congressmen spending way too much money to eat at. There were two Ferraris parked outside when I pulled up to the Valet. It was a terrific dinner in a private room. I’m not a huge steak person, but at Jimmy’s request I got an 8 oz. well done, and it was great. Happy Birthday Jimmy.
Following dinner I went to Union Jack’s in Bethesda. It was great to see my high school friends who I don’t get to hang out with much anymore. There’s something to be said for smoke-free bars down in Montgomery County. Billie and Jean, friends whose wedding I am attending this weekend in Las Vegas, came back to Mike’s apartment to meet O.P., who they also fell in love with. It’s a long way to get from his apartment to any sort of grass, so we had to keep an extra close eye on him.
Today, Mike and I hit Bethesda for lunch, then I stopped at my cousin Shelly’s house in Silver Spring to introduce her to the dog. Her greyhound Andy was freaked out by O.P., who is about 1/20th his size and probably looks like food. I headed back to Baltimore, stopped at Federal Hill Park and took a breather on a park bench. O.P. loved going down the hill, and you might even describe his downward gait as “roly-poly”, as he wasn’t quite in control of his decent, but seemed to love every second of it.
Now it’s off to Target… another work week begins tomorrow, but I am headed to Vegas on Thursday so it’ll be a short one followed by yet another exciting weekend.
-C




Today, James and I ventured to Federal Hill to run with the Federal Hill Runners, a free weekly running club. They start in Federal Hill, so we ran to the start point as a warm up (1.5 miles). Their route starts at a gym on Cross Street, and takes a nice little roundabout tour of southern Federal Hill, Riverside, Harborview, the inner harbor, and then back to Federal Hill. James of course ran up to the front of the group with the fast people, while I hung out somewhere in the middle.
This image shows a specialized tiny container known in the geocaching world as a type of “nanocache” It’s a tiny cylinder with a magnetic base and a screw-off lid. This thing is about the size of a marble, and is very very easy to conceal. It holds a teeny, tiny rolled up strip of paper, which you can write your initials and the date on when you find the cache.