how i love the weekend.

this weekend restored me. besides a little drama in the little blue rowhouse, things were perfect and worth recounting.

friday, john & i hopped on our bikes after work and cruised from neighborhood to neighborhood stopping for a couple of beers on connecticut avenue. the beautiful rainy weather allowed us to sit outside in t-shirts under a patio overhang. we hopped back on our bikes and rode up new hampshire, spinning in and out of traffic and watching people walk by. i spent saturday in a coffeeshop dreaming up story ideas and trip itineraries and drinking soy cafe au laits. the weather was rainy and cool but after a nap (and skipping yoga class) i woke to blue skies and t-shirt weather. i put on my converse sneakers and a black tube top preparing myself for an evening of sweaty, non-stop dancing. i walked to krista's apartment and she, stefan and i drank ginger vodka drinks and danced in the windows of her apartment to euro-dance music and ace of base. we walked to the metro to head to jessie's magazine party and krista and i stuck flowers behind our ears. we ate homemade sushi and talked to friends and then headed to the ghana cafe for some reggae. lots of dancing and lots of drinks. then i rode home on john's handlebars eating a piece of jumbo slice and trying not to fall off. yes, a bad idea, but the point is that it was very fun and i didn't fall off.