our DC

while making my way home from LUX the other night (yuk yuk yuk) i snapped some shots of our 'hood. purdy, aint it?
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plans show we're heading back again this weekend, too! who's in, who's in??

i miss DC

{the cake jamie and i made for Scott's farewell! it took a rest on the sidewalk while we waited for the bus}

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west virginia's been pretty tough this week - the heat and humidity, super tiring works days, some crabby coworkers, frightening dinners at shoney's!, and really missing home after being gone for almost 2 weeks. it's felt like forever! i cant even remember what my new room looks like!

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after a 6 or so hour car trek tomorrow, i should make it to DC mid-afternoon. im thinking iced coffees, manicures, movie, maybe laundry (i need to wash wv off of me!) and day of hanging tomorrow - what d'ya think? then grilling, shopping, swimming, and general M street love for the rest of the weekend...

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1 more day!

places, on film

{big bear cafe, washington, DC}

{cinnamon bay, st. john}

my friends rock

and so did Passion Pit!

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last thursday we all met up after work, danced to some top 40 in the car, grabbed Chix burritos and burrs, waltzed on down to the 9:30 club and boogied 'til the wee hours with Tokyo PC and Passion Pit. what an awesome night. here's how it went...

{jamie, lookin' purdy}

{hi fish!}

{the driver of the car}

{ben's first time drinking beer}

{ready for the show!}

{tha ladies with tha fish}

{heyyyoooooo, jamie's havin' fun}

{mmmhmmmmmm}

populist New England rock, anyone?

Brian Williams hanging with Deer Tick. Keep calm, ladies, keep calm.

To commemorate the last balmy night of autumn, we tossed our jackets to the wind and went out for a bar-hopping 14th Street evening - begining with beers and NY baseball and finishing with Whiskey (flying through the air) and New England beats. Starting, as every proper evening should, with the best garlic fries + truffle mayo ever (well, this month, at least).... Jamie and I sat noshing and brown ale-ing at Policy's shiney bar before strolling south on 14th to the depths of the Black Cat's backstage.

After being pleasantly serenaded by opening act Dolorean, Rhode Island quartet Deer Tick took the stage around 11:30, along with some friends, some whiskey, lots of Budweisers, lots of flannel, a harmonica, and all the other solid makings of a populist, New England indie folk troupe. They came out with their usual grimey look, gritty guitar riffs, and lead singer John McCauley's Jack Daniel's-soaked vocals. So energetic, yet hella laid back. A refreshing change from the normal, self-important indie act to come to any of the District's stages.

An edgey version of "Standing at the Threshold"

Then toning it down with "Art Isn't Real" (a favorite of mine)

Nearing 1:15 in the morning, they wrapped it up with an ultra guitar heavy La Bamba. In double time, of course.