Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Keeping up, or not
Lots to catch up on. (Yeah, I keep saying that.) It's one of those "working at work" periods when I'm trying very hard to avoid Internet use except during my scheduled breaks, and I usually spend those e-mailing J. and catching up on my news and blog reads, and when I've finished all that I don't have any more time to post about the things I just read. (Don't you hate it when work interferes with your workday?)
But anyway. Saturday was my tenth high-school reunion, and Sunday was our first wedding anniversary, both of which could provide ample posting fodder if I ever had time. J. and I spent our actual anniversary at my brother's house, putting up wallboard and taking down wallpaper; we're doing the Anniversary Dinner thing tomorrow at Deux Cheminees. It's one of the city's top restaurants, less famous and hence less crowded than Le Bec Fin. We had dinner there twice when I was doing restaurant reviews; this time we've got to pay for it ourselves, but it's oh-so-very worth it.
It's been a year since our wedding, and, of course, a year since our honeymoon, which we spent in Washington, D.C., during the sniper attacks. We heard that they caught the guys on the radio in the cab on the way to the train station for our trip home. It was a bit nerve-wracking, especially when we were out on the street for long periods of time, but we eventually managed to ignore it as much as possible. There wasn't anything we could do about it; it wasn't even possible to avoid white vans (which is what everyone was looking for at the time). One day, J. tried to count all the white vans we saw; he gave up after seeing six in one block.
On the bright side, everything was reeeaally uncrowded. No school trips at the Smithsonian or the zoo, no one in the sidewalk cafes... There wasn't even a line to see the giant pandas, though the zoo was obviously prepared for one: there was a Disney-ridelike maze of buildings and walkways, with a point of interest every twenty feet or so, that would probably stretch a quarter-mile if you straightened it out.
(Okay, I've wasted most of the time I wanted to spend writing this on a fruitless Web search for the psychology of Disney ride line design. So I'm just going to post this and try to do more later.)
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