Some necessary recaps:

On Wednesday nite, Kelly, Liz and I went to Jaleo for a Spanish Moment continued. We drank 2 pitchers of Sangria, ate some yummy tapas, talked about our problems and I cried at the table. ay! It poured periodically throughout dinner. After we finished all the of the fruit in our Sangria and it stopped raining we paid the bill and headed off the Rhumba Cafe on 18th Street to meeting Sarah, EW and Warnock.

Our loud drunken table pissed off our waitress, but we racked up a $200 bill drinking Mojitos.

Then off to Toldeo, where we cleared out the bar, did some shots and ruled the jukebox.

When the bar closed I thought that it was a good idea to go over to AC and EWs for the post party. We listened to the Killers and downloaded Ashlee Simpson songs. Finally, a cab was called for me and I headed home.

The next morning when I woke up I was still drunk, but I made it into work on time and was hungover and spacey the rest of the day. OMG!

Thursday nite, Liz finally got me to watch Swimfan with her.

Friday after work, I met up with Paul and Tom at Austin Grill and then I kidnapped them to join me at Saint Ex for Anne Ray's going away happy hour. We stopped at my house to smoke a bowl and then walked down to Saint Ex with Liz. Met up with Sarah, Liz Ruby and Kyle. I broke the news about Julian's engagement and everyone thinks I have my chance now. At some point, Paul disappeared and was never to be found again that nite (it turns out that he took a phone call outside and just decided not to come back in and went home.)

After Saint Ex, Liz, Tom and I walked to Adams Morgan, called Avram and had some drinks at Asylum. Liz got in a funk and left before Avram got there. Av finished the last of her beer and we went over to Toledo. I was starting to fade, but played MASH with Av and Tom. Av's future looks great, something about being a comedian who drives a tank and marries a Skupas sister. Tom's was not as great, he married some girl from high school and drives a Taurus in DC.

Walking home, we ran into the diner boy, who told ME that I looked fucked up. HA!!!

Saturday was a lovely day. Shopped at pop, went to Cob's tea party, back to Pop for cocktails and then off to The Side Bar in Baltimore for Caroline's boyfriend's hardcore show. The thing about hardcore music is that the instruments are punk rock (I like them) and the singer is more like screaming (and I don't like it.) Basically, hardcore is for angry teens who flail around. It's pretty interesting, not scary like I thought it would be. I apparently missed a pretty fun and long nite in DC. When I got home I called Liz and Sarah and when they called me back I was in my room blasting Ashlee Simpson (Caroline gave me her burnt CD.) They were having a big crazy postparty/danceparty.

I was glad that I didn't stay out until 3am, because I had a lovely Sunday of sleeping in a going to the National Gallery of Art East Building. I starred at some beautiful paintings:

Brice Marden, For Pearl 1970

Ross Bleckner, Falling Birds, 1994

Sol Lewitt, Wall Drawing #65

Then I went home to watch hours of TV: all the Fox Sunday nite (Malcolm, Simpsons, Arrested Development, Simple Life 2) followed by Dead Like Me (possibly my new favorite show) and then I got sucked into watching Showgirls (which I had never seen, but enjoyed.)

It's Monday now, and I am at work. It is so quiet here today and I love it. I am only working until noonish on Thursday and then its up to NY.