So this is well over a month late, but hey it’s here. My birthday was about a month ago, and me being me I really just wanted to be alone. Where better to be alone than continuing my love affair with Washington DC? I did just that. I woke up that Saturday, left the house at about 8a, stopped at Starbucks to get my free birthday drink (with extra espresso shots and light ice please and thank you), got my podcasts going (and my external battery ready) and off we went. This is what happened.
This was the night before, but still. When you have the option to go to My Noodle & Bar and get a Thai iced tea, you go to My Noodle & Bar and you get a Thai iced tea.
I had coffee after this.
Continuing the theme, Thai food at Mai Thai in Dupont. was for lunch. Wasn’t bad, wasn’t my favorite.
Kramer’s is my favorite place. Ever. In the history of the world.
Second Story Books. Gave me the honor of standing in the same room as an original manuscript of one of my favorite stories. Ever. Humbling.
Fantom Comics. Very neat, very cute little comic shop. And a Subway. Not as cute.
If you have the option to go to a La Columbe Cafe at any point in your life. Do it. Do it now. Thanks.
This will make a return in a few moments.
YO. BIRTHDAY TRUFFLES.
I still have no idea what was going on with these balloons or whatever, but they sure as hell made for a great picture. Thanks, District.
I FOUND BECKY.
Dolcezza Gelato is INSANELY GOOD. Also, this Stumptown Coffee looks super questionable, but it was remarkably refreshing.
I don’t know who/why a Walt Whitman quote was chosen for this exact location, but somehow it is very appropriate.
I love a good Christopher Walken pun tbh.
Dupont Circle will always be my favorite place. Always.
I’m coming back, gimme a minute.
I went to Ezme. I can now say I’ve had octopus in my life. Enjoyed it.
I keep hearing Scott Thompson’s voice in my head. I ain’t mad.
My optometrist’s office isn’t nearly this fancy. Get it together, Dr Gates.
I came back. I told you I would come back.
The Gin Gatsby.
Bridget Jones’ Daiquiri.
I will always stop in Trader Joe’s wherever I am. Always. Because I have a severe problem and probably need help.
This is one of the best books I have read in awhile.
WHY IS THERE AN ESCALATOR IN THIS TARGET. WHY. WHERE ARE THESE CHILDREN’S PARENTS.
And scene. This is a small portion of my day in DC. I’ve been driving up to DC for as long as I can remember to the point that I genuinely don’t need a GPS at this point, and really just bring it for in case of emergency. Because I’m superstitious like that. I did significantly more than was shown here (the Sephora there is 30000x better than mine. Meh.) but I kind of try to live in moments as opposed to take 5000 pictures of it.
Here’s to when we meet again.