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Back from a busy weekend. So, lets see what I did.

Friday, left the office at 5:30 and drove to the Caribou Coffee on Pennsylvania Ave.. I felt a little disloyal straying from the usual Vanilla Latte from Starbucks. Plus, I remain 12 beverages away from getting a gold card. Blast. Well, anyways, I pulled up into a space RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE STORE. I’m sorry to be so pleased, but occurrences like this in the district are few and far between, so let me gloat for a minute…

OK, I’m done.

Well, I met up with Morgan and Kara at Caribou; Kara had just flown in to lovely Washington for the weekend, and had spent the whole day sightseeing , visiting the various monuments, sitting through the vastly entertaining and informative tours (“This is the Lincoln Memorial. It is a monument and memorial for Abraham Lincoln.” Really? Are you sure?).

After catching up a little and downing a Caramel Highrise (which is OK; I’m still sticking with Starbucks), we drove back to Moe’s apartment, opened up a bottle and drank some more, talked some more, and proved our mettle by destroying all of the college scholars in College Jeopardy. Yep, we’re badass. After I exhausted all of my brainpower nailing the final jeopardy question (who is King Soloman? BAM, winner winner Sheen dinner.) we got ready to go out. We weren’t planning on doing anything too crazy; long gone are the days when a night club filled with drunk grads, semi slutty looking sorostitutes, and bros upon brahs upon douches could keep me entertained. We opted instead to show Kara around to some local hot spots.

We went to U street, which houses one of my most favorite places in the city. Yep you guessed it: Ben’s Chili Bowl. This glorious establishment is like heaven on earth. I swear the chili must be made of angel’s shit or something. It’s that good. I opted for the half smoke, loaded, with cheese fries that I split with Moe. Moe had the same thing. As did Kara. We just wanted to show her how much better this shit is than the shit they have in Cincinnati (Skyline Chili). During the meal, I actually met Ben Ali’s wife (the aptly named Ben’s wife) she was so sweet, and actually gave me extra napkins. G status.

After Ben’s, we walked the long two blocks to Busboys and Poets (and in below reezing, blustery weather, yes. Two blocks IS a long way.) The wait was supposed to be 20 minutes, but it was packed in there, and it was more like 45 minutes. I think they forgot about us. Oh well, I’m not complaining. We got to look around the bookstore inside of the restaurand, which was awesome. We were all engrossed in the Banksy book, which showed off all of his street art in the past 10 years. I was in the middle of a book of poetry by Gil Scott-Heron when we were finally called to our table. I ordered the Big Daddy (a cup of coffee with three shots of espresso; I had to drive all the way back to Alexandria so I needed it) and an Amstel. The girlfriend had something akin to a Blue Moon, which was quite tasty, and Kara went with some sort of specialty mixer. For desert, Moe and I went with a cheesecake, which was amazing. So rich and flavorful, yet really light, airy, and fluffy. It was drizzled with a strawberry syrup and a sliced strawberry, which was amazing. Kara went with a chocolate cake, which looked so rich and heavy, and I couldn’t even bring myself to try any, it looked to daunting. After a couple of hours, we returned home, and called it a night.

I’ll follow up later today on the happenings of Saturday. Right now I’m lying in bed, listening to Grizzly Bear, about to flip on Parks and Rec on Netflix. Another question, anyone know why every NBC show is on Netflix instatt EXCEPT Community?!?!?!?! It’s killing me. Any information will be greatly appreciated. Hasta luego.

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