As I crept to my desk at some ungodly hour this morning, my always chipper coworker was the first to greet me. In a disguise to really get me to run some reports on our first quarter, she did the courteous thing of asking how my weekend was.
It took a few seconds for me to respond which had to feel like minutes for both of us because she added a humorous wow that good you had to think or that bad. But in turn it was actually just another weekend in DC... but not like the many I have had since returning to the District but definitely one that reminded me of life before Atlanta.
A friend from Baltimore was around my way Friday, so we opted to walk over and have an early dinner at City Zen in the Mandarin. Being in the hotel industry I appreciate beautiful hotels and the Mandarin is definitely one... while their location sucks and often their service does too (and not in a good way) their restaurants are pretty on point. I was supposed to meet friends at the strip club that is now in my hood as well but laying across the couch for a few minutes laughing at the Game ended up being the last move for my body.
Saturday, I did a little work and met a friend in Mazza Gallerie for lunch. Quite proud other than a healthy lunch I wasn't even remotely tempted to go into any of the stores. Saturday night I found myself in Adams Morgan for a birthday party... if you don't know anything about DC, Adams Morgan features a couple of blocks of restaurants, bars and lounges; a host of people from college age and up; and NO LEGAL PARKING in a 10 block radius unless you want to spend $20 for the garage (which I am pissed cause I then found out valet parking across the street was only $15). The party was fun... always good to raise elbows with my boys but the car accidents and drunken friends afterwards was a bit much.
Sunday was spent celebrating a good friend's birthday over brunch and checking on my friends in the hospital. As we sat down to eat and I looked around at everyone that was invited I couldn't help but laugh at the diversity of friends he has. The house was beautiful, the food by the hired chef was amazing, but most of all laughing and lounging with good friends all afternoon made the day memorable.
So what did I do this weekend... o just another weekend... that makes me remember why I love being in DC so much.