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DC Weekend
Oct. 17th, 2005 12:08 amWas actually last weekend, but whatever.
I went down Friday night. I was already on the last flight to National (7:45). It proceeded to be delayed by 3 hours, due to rain in DC. I spent the time wandering around the airport, finding a food court I hadn't been to before, buying and reading a copy of Time featuring Gay Teenagers, and watching some kid from Harvard play WoW on his laptop while we chatted. Got in around midnight, caught the metro to the Professor's place, walked there in the drizzle from Dupont. It's closer than I'd realized, actually, but still a little further than I really wanted to walk in the rain. Sat up chatting with him for another hour or so, went to sleep.
Slept in on Saturday, got up around 11. Puttered around the Professor's for a while, then eventually went to meet the Hill Staffer at the American Indian museum on the Mall. It was kind of interesting, but much more focused on little text blurbs about different tribes and things than on artifacts. I'm not sure if that's an evolving museum meme, or just how this one was set up, since I've only been to art galleries in the recent past. I liked the religion/culture section, the H.S. liked the history section, and neither of us were particularly taken by the "current tribal life" section. In particular, I thought it was interesting that the significant majority of the selected religions (from several different geographic areas) were set up as understanding the world through a mapping of the four compass points to different stages of life/emotions/animals/etc. Each religion had a different mapping, but the idea of the four directions as key was emphasized a lot. (Not universally, but a lot.) I can't think of a European mythos that does anything similar. After, the H.S. and I met up with the Instrumentologist and his fiancee, for dinner, then dessert at a different place, then drinks at a third place (all within a couple blocks near Adams Morgan/Woodley Park). Skipped the party of cute-gay-guys that the Professor was going to to continue hanging out with the straight folks I already knew.
Sunday, slept in again, maybe not quite so late, and went to get brunch with the Professor and a friend of his. Then hung about at his place, alternating between napping and doing work for most of the afternoon, before heading over to Bethesda for dinner with the H.S. We wandered all over Bethesda (for an hour or longer) checking out what restaurants are actually there. Lots, but not many of the ones I remember, is the short answer. Eventually we wound up at something that was pretty new, but it was good. We were supposed to meet up with the Comic Shop Guy afterwards, but he was trapped with his family, so we punted, and I went back to watch Desperate Housewives (in real time! Commercials, who watches commercials anymore?!) with the Professor and the friend from brunch, and his friend, who might have been a date, we weren't quite sure.
Monday, didn't sleep in quite as late, and said hi to the Doctor, who'd just gotten home from a conference in S.F. Caught up with him a little, went and met the H.S. for lunch, and then the two of us watched the Doctor play video games until the Professor came home. Talked about stuff for a while, went to the airport, came back to Boston. Caught the Silver Line to the red line to get home, which I think was slightly faster than taking the Blue-to-Green-to-Red, but not enough so that I shouldn't have caught a taxi.
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gotspit or the Archangel at all, will have to be more organized the next time I'm down there. Was a little thrown by staying with the Professor instead of the H.S. It's always weird to spend time as immersed in a gay lifestyle as he is. Pretty much everyone he interacts with socially nowadays is a gay man, as far as I can tell. It always makes me wonder what my life would have been like had I made that shift when I came out. Between that, the destruction-of-childhood-memories in Bethesda, and the time with nothing pressing or scheduled to do, I spent more time being introspective than I have in a while, I think. But then I got back to Boston, and forgot all of it. I could feel the press of Obligations weighing me down as we landed, it was kind of weird. Perhaps I'll work on being somewhat less overcommitted, once Vatican runs.
I went down Friday night. I was already on the last flight to National (7:45). It proceeded to be delayed by 3 hours, due to rain in DC. I spent the time wandering around the airport, finding a food court I hadn't been to before, buying and reading a copy of Time featuring Gay Teenagers, and watching some kid from Harvard play WoW on his laptop while we chatted. Got in around midnight, caught the metro to the Professor's place, walked there in the drizzle from Dupont. It's closer than I'd realized, actually, but still a little further than I really wanted to walk in the rain. Sat up chatting with him for another hour or so, went to sleep.
Slept in on Saturday, got up around 11. Puttered around the Professor's for a while, then eventually went to meet the Hill Staffer at the American Indian museum on the Mall. It was kind of interesting, but much more focused on little text blurbs about different tribes and things than on artifacts. I'm not sure if that's an evolving museum meme, or just how this one was set up, since I've only been to art galleries in the recent past. I liked the religion/culture section, the H.S. liked the history section, and neither of us were particularly taken by the "current tribal life" section. In particular, I thought it was interesting that the significant majority of the selected religions (from several different geographic areas) were set up as understanding the world through a mapping of the four compass points to different stages of life/emotions/animals/etc. Each religion had a different mapping, but the idea of the four directions as key was emphasized a lot. (Not universally, but a lot.) I can't think of a European mythos that does anything similar. After, the H.S. and I met up with the Instrumentologist and his fiancee, for dinner, then dessert at a different place, then drinks at a third place (all within a couple blocks near Adams Morgan/Woodley Park). Skipped the party of cute-gay-guys that the Professor was going to to continue hanging out with the straight folks I already knew.
Sunday, slept in again, maybe not quite so late, and went to get brunch with the Professor and a friend of his. Then hung about at his place, alternating between napping and doing work for most of the afternoon, before heading over to Bethesda for dinner with the H.S. We wandered all over Bethesda (for an hour or longer) checking out what restaurants are actually there. Lots, but not many of the ones I remember, is the short answer. Eventually we wound up at something that was pretty new, but it was good. We were supposed to meet up with the Comic Shop Guy afterwards, but he was trapped with his family, so we punted, and I went back to watch Desperate Housewives (in real time! Commercials, who watches commercials anymore?!) with the Professor and the friend from brunch, and his friend, who might have been a date, we weren't quite sure.
Monday, didn't sleep in quite as late, and said hi to the Doctor, who'd just gotten home from a conference in S.F. Caught up with him a little, went and met the H.S. for lunch, and then the two of us watched the Doctor play video games until the Professor came home. Talked about stuff for a while, went to the airport, came back to Boston. Caught the Silver Line to the red line to get home, which I think was slightly faster than taking the Blue-to-Green-to-Red, but not enough so that I shouldn't have caught a taxi.
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gotspit or the Archangel at all, will have to be more organized the next time I'm down there. Was a little thrown by staying with the Professor instead of the H.S. It's always weird to spend time as immersed in a gay lifestyle as he is. Pretty much everyone he interacts with socially nowadays is a gay man, as far as I can tell. It always makes me wonder what my life would have been like had I made that shift when I came out. Between that, the destruction-of-childhood-memories in Bethesda, and the time with nothing pressing or scheduled to do, I spent more time being introspective than I have in a while, I think. But then I got back to Boston, and forgot all of it. I could feel the press of Obligations weighing me down as we landed, it was kind of weird. Perhaps I'll work on being somewhat less overcommitted, once Vatican runs.
