Friday night, we took my parents out to dinner. The conversation smoothly evolved from making fun of my father for ordering pork belly as an appetizer, to making fun of him for considering ordering a Malibu and Coke, because apparently he's a 21 year old finishing up his nursing degree at American or something. Also, the Nabob brought a print-out of the history of construction at Thomas Circle, something we're both nerdily kind of obsessed with. My parents yawned a lot. More on this later.
Saturday, we went to CD Cellar, where for the first time in a while we shrugged and left empty-handed. Then drove up to Baltimore. Besides copious amounts of strange red brew dubbed "Flirt N' Go," and a bevy of striped polo shirts, there was nametags, which gave idle hands a drunken project.
Well, not this year.
Apparently, they've found most everything in the house labeled. Um, sorry about that.
The night ended with someone stealing the owners back step. Not kidding. Good times.
Sunday, we attended another barbeque. There were horses there, they ate apples out of yr hand and were wearing SHOES OVER THEIR HOOVES. The best part of the afternoon was listening to Libertarians talk about what Guam should be used for, and then start fights over who the best person on Supergroup is. Also, the whole world has a blog, really.
On big coffee later, and I'm still sleepy.