March 2012
36 posts
In My Next House
I came across this home today and while I love a lot of it (hello, ridiculously stylish kitchen), I have a serious thing for the whole “office in a closet” look. I don’t care if my next house literally comes with a library (see: very unlikely), I’m going to create a home office in my closet. Like one of these:
Tomorrow morning I’m headed over to my local hospital, a place I’ve become all too familiar with, for a few tests. I’ve been feeling better, but not the best, and my doctor wants to “rule out” some things. While I really like my doctor, he’s quite skilled at terrifying me.
He’s like one of those flight attendants who over shares: “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience while waiting for this plane to depart. We had some severe engine trouble and they are working on repairing the left wing and then we’ll be taking off soon.” Seriously. There should be some class just for flight attendants and doctors in which they are taught how to lie better.
Anyway, chances are, I’m fine. My gut tells me I’m fine (not literally. literally my gut tells me it wants to be somewhere far, far away from the rest of my body). But here’s the thing: A few days ago I told a friend about something really cool that had happened to me and she said “Well, I’m glad that happened. Goodness knows you deserved it after everything you’ve been through.” But I really, really don’t see it that way. These last few months have had more lows than I’m used to, but that’s just because I’m used to some pretty awesome stuff.
So, I’ll share some fun hospital stories tomorrow. Most likely tomorrow’s story will be titled “Survival and Triumph: The Story of When a Doctor Made Me Go for 12 Hours With No Food and I Still Lived.” Hopefully.
When I say I love food, I mean so much. Over the last few days I’ve eaten some of my favorite DC dishes so far. I’ve put my top three below. If you live in DC, you should eat these now. If not, you should probably come visit DC and eat these. Also, take me with you when you come because I want to eat them again.
Birch & Barley’s Butcher Board
Evening Star Cafe’s Seared Sweet Potato Dumplings with blue cheese fondue
Belga Cafe’s Prociutto, Arugula, and Parmesan Baguette
Uncharted
Sara Bareilles
Sara Bareilles: “Uncharted”
Last night Sara Bareilles performed for the opening ceremony for the Cherry Blossom Festival. I didn’t even know I was a Sara Bareilles fan until I realized I knew every song she played. Except this one. I’d never heard this one. Now I’ve played it 674395 times. I may go a little overboard when I like something.
Well-behaved women rarely make history, and it turns out that they rarely make recommended-reading lists, either. →
washingtonpost.com
Other than the snippets I’ve perused over shoulders in the metro, I haven’t read Twilight or Hunger Games (gasp!). But because I occasionally venture on to this thing called the Internet, I’ve got a pretty good feeling for the stories in both. And I love this Post writer’s analysis of the heroines.
