Speaking of memory lane:





How 'bout this?

I, um, "borrowed" this street sign from the City of Los Angeles about eight years ago over Christmas break, with the help of my buddy Greg and some pliers. I then padded the edges, put it in a trash back, and took it as carry-on on the flight back to DC. Turns out Dewey's been diligently watching it ever since I left. He's like that knight in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Except for street signs. And older.

Being back in this town is like having a slight case of amnesia. Everything's vaguely familiar - I'm talking about the shops, the bars, the streets. Everything I see, I have to think if it was here five years ago - if I really remember it or if my mind's playing tricks on me. A high-turnover spot like Adams Morgan already drove me insane on Saturday night.

Plus, I didn't have wheels here before, so I'm like a tourist trying to figure out all the loops and routes and highways - and that's just Virginia. Example last night, as Dewey took some little exit-highway-thingy that miraculously arrived us at Memorial Bridge:

Wait, what highway is this?

I dunno...it's just the road you take to get to the bridge from here.

Mark my words: Before I leave, at least once I'm gonna inadvertently wind up in Richmond.

And as if I weren't turned-around enough, last night Dewey and I went to this veggie dinner party thrown by my girlfriend from senior year. Since it was a veggie potluck, naturally Dewey and I brought over an uneaten steak from dinner the night before. She saw it, and immediately threw it out the front door in horror. Nice to see some things don't change.

But some do. She's got a really nice Adams Morgan-adjacent pad, modern artwork, all new friends who enjoy engaging in sophisticated reparte', oh, and a new boyfriend, who's a Princeton grad and a lawyer and was complaining about fixing the dishwasher in the new house he just bought.

(Meanwhile, I'm waiting for my financial aid to kick in this quarter.)

I sorta felt like John Cusack in High Fidelity, when he goes to Catherine Zeta-Jones' soire all those years after they broke up.

Throw in the fact that today would have been mine and TAFKAC's two-year anniversary, and I really feel like John Cusack. Except, you know, without all the girls throwing themselves at me.

So it's sort of a strange time. Living in three, possibly four different cities in one year - sometimes I'm not sure if I'm discovering or losing myself in the blur.

Anyways, the program starts up tomorrow, so you can thankfully expect a lot less navel-gazing. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to figure out this goddamn bus schedule to the Pentagon...