Thoughts

Yes, this was my trip to Washington D.C., but we technically stayed in Chevy Chase. Chevy Chase/Bethesda/Washington D.C.? Doesn't matter to me one way or the other where we were though, this weekend was too good to worry about details.

Pat was able to take time off from work last weekend and pick me up at the airport in Baltimore (better flight times than either D.C. airport). We then drove down to Justin's apartment for the excitement to begin.

After seeing his place we grabbed a bite to eat (and a warm Mexican beer) at Chipotle. Stuffed with "gourmet" burritos we trekked, I believe, to the Adams Morgan area of D.C. for a house party at Justin's friends' place. Luckily we made it in time to part take in the keg of Yuengling prior to the 2 Natural Light kegs. Yes, it is safe to say that I miss being able to keep Yuengling in my fridge.

Pat and I had no clue who any of the people were at this party, surprised? No, neither were we. But as Justin is a social butterfly we let him roam the party while we took up strategic position working the kegs. Apparently parties in D.C. are like frat parties all over again. No, no, I am not complaining. Working the kegs afforded us the options to a) not stand awkwardly against a wall in the party b) be closest to the beer c) meet people d) talk to every girl in attendance. Good times were had by most at the party. I can't in good faith say that Justin had the best time considering he got beat at beer pong by a pair of 8th graders; what're ya gonna do?

When each of the three kegs was sufficiently empty we headed for a brisk night time stroll to the closest (?) bar to this house; 15 minutes later we walk into this drinking hole. I thought I was going to love this bar from the minute I walked in as I overheard a girl say to some guy (boyfriend?), "No, I did not sleep with him!" (mistake #1). Sure I should have walked away, but that would not make for a fun post now would it? No, so I say, "Wow, what an awkward time to join this conversation" as I walk past. She sarcastically says that maybe I should stop and listen to the rest of the talk then (mistake #2). So I did stop, turn and face them both and wait for the conversation to continue. Alas, it did not and she and I exchanged a few brief angry words with each other and she left. Then the usual bar events ensued: Pat wanted tequila and we got shot down by many, many women.

Tastee Diner stop the first was the following morning/afternoon for our breakfast. Afterwards we just killed some time back at Justin's before our 5:15 dinner reservation at The Capital Grille. Dinner was fantastic. I could not have imagined a better meal. Great food, great company, great stories, cheap wine, cute waitress.

More time back at Justin's waiting for a few more people to come over (Mark and his gf and Mapes). Then it was time for bar golf. This was my first experience with the phenomenon known as bar golf. It was explained to me as a glorified pub crawl, which it was but then much more besides. We were handed score cards with specific drinks we needed to have at each bar or "hole" on the bar golf course. Of course we made trip the second to the Tastee Diner on the way home. But all I want to know is what diner doesn't have mozzarella sticks?!?! Anyway, good times.

Maybe too good of times, though because before we went to bed at nearly 6am Justin asked me what time the Villanova v. Georgetown game was the next day. I confused it with the Villanova v. St. Johns game I am going to this weekend and told him 2pm. At 11:48 am my cell phone rings and Doug tells me they are all walking into the MCI center. Where are we?

"Umm, we're still at Justin's."
"You guys leaving soon?"
"Umm, yeah. Of course."
"You do know it's a noon game, right?"
"Umm, yeah. Maybe. Well, no."
"Hurry."

So we may or may not have missed the entire first half. But the second half was cool, and it was nice to see a Villanova victory in person.

Dinner before I had to be back at the airport between two good friends back at their place. Justin and I used to hit up the Chicken Friend Chicken at the Rock Bottom Brewery all the time back at school.

Yes I left out a lot, but it was long enough without the missing pieces.

It was a great weekend of reliving old times and setting the precedent for the new ones. It was just a great weekend, period. I can't wait to do it again...