Double Barrel Shotguns...

So today i went to work, on my day off, earlier than requested. It was an awesome bike ride. Finally, no humidity! I am worried though, about bikin this weekend with all the tour-ons, an out of state-ers; I get to play in traffic! Anyway i digress.... I got to fully unload on my underachieving co-manger (someone everyone's been bitching about, but won't say anyting to). It was cathartic. I didn't realize how much i had trapped inside. I did manage to keep all the verbal parts work related, but the passion and emotion was other-worldly! My horoscope said something about "maintaining a positive attitude", so i did. I think i need to assert myself more often....

Room 11

Soooo....i went out with steve. For so long we walked by Room 11 an marveled at the small interior an small patio seating; made it seem profiled. I had the the Pad Tai Beef and he had the Panini. Both were so bland saw dust would have been a fitting side dish. The open patio, the people, the stars, and present company all made up for it. Oh yeah, the Reisling and the Juno wine did some damage...If you're thinking of a hipster CoHi place to eat, wait for the latin farmers market on Columbia, i'm sure their food is prepared with more love. That's it...Laaaater....

6.30.2010

So this is my very first post on my very first blog! Sadly, it's not gonna be lengthy or great! Not much went on today. I got up early and finally after living in DC for a year, got my ID card. The DC DMV was pleasantly quick an friendly. Although i did wait for 30mins to get in, then 30 mins for the rest of the process. The lovely lady who put me "in the system" made a joke about my KY birth certificate. She herself had a Jamaican accent. I registered as an Independent organ donor; i can sell my own organs. heh heh... So the DMV is literally right across the street from my work, so naturally i was still late. It's impossible to be on time ANYTIME in DC. The rest of the day went well till i had a run in with a local, an apparently frequent, customer to my store who is a psycho alcoholic. I didn't know whether to call the police or the psych unit. Anyway, blog blog blog....The bike ride home was outstanding. I realized i really don't pay attention to cars anymore....That's it. Laaaater...