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the other white meat
Just saw a pretty disturbing commercial for pork (part of the “the other white meat” campaign), where a pork chop and an apricot declare their undying love for each other in an accent - possibly French - before diving into a blazing fireplace together in an apparent suicide pact. Camera cuts to someone’s dinner plate, which is an apricot-glazed pork chop. Eek.
Lie-around-in-balmy-breeze-while-staring-at-the-sky weather continues blissfully in DC, I have done nothing today but watch movies on cable and eat beef jerky in the couch in my jammies. Right now I’m watching “the secret life of cookies” on the food network. They’re examining fortune cookies at the moment. Sunday is my favorite day of the week.
Do you ever wonder what Nicolas Cage and Sarah Jessica Parker’s baby would look like?
Friday went on a date (*giggle*) with Kevin, had BBQ on M street - got sidelined by a dude doing magic tricks and asking for handouts, a shoutout to Dan from Burke who can do amazing things with rubber bands and playing cards, you truly are a David Blaine-esque sleight of hand master and I apologize for thinking the entire time that you were trying to rob us. Then we sat at the waterfront looking impossibly sexy and people-watching other impossibly sexy people, before the rain got us and we decided we were in a hurry to get home and do… other stuff. 
Last night we went to Hector’s house to watch underdogs GMU lose dismally, though valiantly. Everyone spoke spanish and was totally nice, but I felt like a sped because I can’t say anything in spanish beyond stuff like “asshole” and “dummy”, which isn’t useful in a family environment - sorry grandma! They had some really yummy beans at dinner. Afterwards we went back to Georgetown again where we got racially discriminated against at a hookah lounge, and then ended up at an Italian restaurant-slash-lounge that serves $9 glasses of wine gleefully to suckers like us. Oh well, it was still nice to be out and about.
My windows have been wide open all day and my place smells amazing. This weather is God’s Prozac.