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Over the top

In Kimberly, Washington DC on May 31, 2010 at 11:30 pm

Getting low

I’m editing photos from Saturday afternoon tonight while watching The Bodyguard (because apparently trashy/awesome movies from the ’90s have been calling to me lately). These shots are a ton of fun to edit, mostly because everyone is clearly having a blast.


Precious friends

In Anna, Washington DC on May 31, 2010 at 9:44 pm

Georgetown blossom

My day was packed full of acts of kindness, generosity, and thoughtfulness. After three looong weeks, the movers finally arrived and my mother, sister and Kimberly spent all afternoon helping me unpack. I had bribed them all with the promise of pool time, but it wasn’t until well after dinner that we finally made it up to the roof. Mostly everything is in place, but I still have a couple of nights left unpacking to do. I could not have made this much headway without them and I am eternally grateful their help.

Before the movers came, I took my mother and sister for a tour around DC, which included the Georgetown campus (they wanted to see where my classes are held). That’s where Rachel spotted these beautiful blossoms growing from the trees near Healy Hall.

My precious

In Kimberly, Washington DC on May 31, 2010 at 3:13 am


In what will likely go down in my neighbor’s mind as one of the most highly regrettable moments of her life, I was given a trumpet tonight. This is epic for multiple reasons.

1) I have always loved the trumpet. I’m a huge fan of many instruments, but man, the trumpet just gets me. I wanted to learn how to play it when I was much younger, but my mom – a huge proponent of us learning to play instruments, see also: seven years of piano lessons for moi – vetoed the trumpet because she didn’t want to listen to me practice. (I think she instinctively knew I would actually practice this instrument, unlike the slacktastic approach I took to piano.) She offered up the violin as a substitute. The violin is no trumpet, ma’am.

2) I was given the trumpet out of the blue from a friend who said he had a gift to give me, no big deal. I figured he’d picked up a postcard or a tiny little nothing on a trip or something from the way he said it. Before I opened it, he asked if I had any idea what it was. It looked like a small, old suitcase and I had no idea what was inside. He asked again if I was sure I didn’t have any idea what it was. I said I truly didn’t, so he asked if it reminded me of anything. I said the case looked a little bit like my violin case in middle school. And then I, randomly, told everyone there about how I always wanted to play the trumpet but my mom said no and made me play the violin instead. And we all laughed, and then I opened it. And then I cried. I don’t even remember telling him that story before. But he did, and that’s amazing.

It is, truly, the best present I never expected to receive.

Movie night

In Anna, Washington DC on May 30, 2010 at 10:19 pm


Summer activities – while fun – can be utterly exhausting. After church, brunch, a rooftop barbecue and dinner (I thought hot weather was supposed to make you eat less?), I’m pooped. I couldn’t make it out to another rooftop party tonight because I have family in town, but I’m not too upset. There are worse things in life than stocking up on Redbox and chilling in an air conditioned apartment.

Pool party

In Kimberly, Washington DC on May 29, 2010 at 9:10 pm

Poolside limbo

It’s time for some of the best summer staples – jazz in the sculpture garden, massive pool parties, trips to the beach, BBQs on decks and in alleys, and tubing. All are on deck over the next couple of weeks, and I can’t wait.

Regrettable decisions

In Anna, Washington DC on May 29, 2010 at 3:23 pm

Ranch shot

I’m not gonna lie, as much as I love pizza (and trust me, I really love pizza), Kimberly’s photo of her last slice of greasy pizza kind of made my stomach turn. So I thought it fitting to post the above photo, which pretty much had the same effect on me. We went out to a bar to watch the Celtics game last night after Jazz (go Celts!) and at some point, someone bribed Mark to take a shot of ranch dressing for 20 bucks. I don’t doubt that it was worth the $20 (shoot, if someone offered that to me, I’d be knocking back ranch in a heartbeat), but still…the payoff didn’t make me any less queasy having to witness it.

Old and new

In Anna, Washington DC on May 29, 2010 at 3:17 pm

Jazz Garden

Yesterday was a melding of the old and the new. Now that I’m back in DC, I’m taking full advantage of my favorite Summer pastimes the District has to offer. One of which is Jazz in the Sculpture Garden (a free jazz show hosted every Friday evening during the Summer by the National Gallery of Art). I went to the first show of the season with a few of my best friends and some new acquaintances. Considering that I only work a couple of blocks from the Sculpture Garden, you can be sure to find me there almost every Friday this Summer.

Staying in

In Kimberly, Washington DC on May 28, 2010 at 11:57 pm


I eat well most of the time; my favorite co-worker likes to make fun of the “squirrel food” I bring for lunches (veggies, yogurt, cheese, fruit, nuts, etc.). But sometimes on a Friday night you just have to order pizza, watch Speed and paint your nails. Oh, you’re too cool for that? More for me then.

River James

In Kimberly, Washington DC on May 27, 2010 at 11:59 pm

Vince Scheuerman, River James

Saw an old friend’s new band last night at the Black Cat. Vince Scheuerman, formerly of Army of Me fame, is now heading up River James. I liked what I saw – they were clearly having fun playing together and the new music sounds good. Looking forward to hearing more from them.

Health nut?

In Anna, Washington DC on May 27, 2010 at 11:56 pm

Not so much

I feel like only healthy people stock soy milk in their fridge. As you all know, I am not one of those people. I mean…I try… Okay, so I don’t try nearly hard enough. I started the day with the best intentions – bananas for breakfast. But that’s about as far as I got. I’d like to say that the afternoon boston creme donut was the worst of it, but I’m pretty sure it was the Chipotle burrito for dinner that put me over the edge.

Why, oh why did I forget to grab my running shoes before the packers came?? Nearly three weeks and I haven’t run a single mile. But no fear, Waistline, my stuff arrives on Monday. Then it’s back to sweating off the stress weight!