joy joy dc joy

dc continues to surprise me with its pockets of joy. this weekend was full of them. friday night: florida avenue grill. my favorite breakfast spot with soul is open 'til 4am late on fridays and saturdays. typically late night munchies include grease. think pizza, french fries, but how about butter? hmmmm? yeah, buttery sweet pancakes devoured and savored after a night of drinking and dancing (at the wonderland) hits the spot. plus the vibe is so chill and inviting. when jau and i were about to leave, they were playing a song with a good beat, my feet started moving. the staff began encouraging me to dance so i shimmy shimmied in the walkway. next thing you know, he put on beyonce and i had to sing a long! mmkay, beyonce, work it girl, to the left!

saturday morning, i rode my bike through georgetown--let's face it, that place is best in passing.--over the key bridge and into arlington to andy's house. it took about 1/2 hour, i had no idea how close the two areas were to each other. often times i turn my nose up to virginia--sum it up to bad experiences in that state and furthermore, i'm a maryland girl!--but i have to say, i was really happy to be in virginia, hiking along the river on such a picture perfect autumnal day with my good friend. it was just awesome.



sunday: i met amber at so's your mom in adams morgan for breakfast before venturing to crafty bastards land. when she saw me, she called out to me, "hey sweet ride!" i love that my friends know my bike by name! so's your mom: it had been at least a year since i ate their cheese and egg croissant sandwich. on man. it was cheesy eggy goodness! (i love egg!) amber and i meandered around the booths and lamented for the good ole days when the bastards were more local and less corporate. shiiiit. this year, they had scion, paper source, whole foods, zipcar and etsy as their sponsors. to their credit, local sponsors, stitch dc, adobe design pinz-n-needlez tatto, and the dog spot represented dc. is this what getting older is going to be like, the whole "when i was your age" or "remember when" nostalgia hubbalaboo? or is it more that when things are new and budding (like the bastards fair or the resurgence of crafts in general) there's an energy that is irreplaceable but easily romanticized in subsequent events?

late sunday night: for as much as i love dancing, i can't believe after 4 years of living in dc, that last night was the first time i went to dancing at eighteenth street lounge. it's a bit late--jau, tom, and i got there around midnight.--but totally amazing! i didn't know what to expect so i was silly smiling when i saw people dancing, all kinds of dancing, flailing arms, fast shuffle feet, hips left and right, spinning, reverse spinning, kick ball chain, hop hop hop. it was so so kickass! and there was room to move! but more than the dancing was the energy: safe, welcoming, geniuine, hellafun! no one tried to dance all sketchy with me and the random guy i did dance with was so great! dancing with him was like a frickin aerobic workout! hoo-ha! house music in the house.

joy and joyness.