Sooooo exhausted, why!?
I’m halfway done painting a wall in my place and my arm won’t work any more. I’ll just leave it splotchy until the urge to paint strikes again, maybe some time next month.
Last night went to Bistro du Coin for a our friends’ birthday dinner.. it was sooo good. I had gruyere ravioli that was shockingly good, and Kevin had some kind of filet with a peppercorn mushroom sauce (it wasn’t what he ordered so we don’t really know what it was) that was to die for. Last time we ate there I had a steak with the bearnaise sauce, also highly recommended. MmmmMmmMm! The waitresses suck ass at pouring beer though. Afterwards we wandered around and around dc eventually ending up somewhere in adams morgan - surprise surprise.. A few of us broke from the crowd and went to Prince Cafe where we had tea and apple HOOKAH, tres delicieux. Our little smoke belches couldn’t compare with the dude at the next table that was literally roaring smoke out of his mouth like a lion. He would lift his head and RAAAAAWR, out came a cumulonimbus cloud! I thought I saw smoke coming out of his eyes too. Now that’s good hookah. Relaxed and happy, we found the rest of the group at the Blue Room, idly watching a trailer-trash-y couple doing their drunken mating dance in the middle of the room.
Friday, Kevin and I had dinner at Tabaq Bistro - excellent food but horrendous service. Though, I think they had a staffing problem that night so it might not have been the norm. Nice space, very chic. I ordered a calamari and I was served an entire squid. Is this normal?
I am SO TIRED!!! WHY??? I am going to nap before heading out for Superbowl.