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So last night in the 1900 hour, I was perusing WMATA's online schedules and realized, hey, I need to leave Right Now if I'm to be at the Woodley Park station to meet Christine and Stef at 9! I would've arrived on time, too if it hadn't been for <>del>you meddling kids and that mangy dog the 15 minutes between trains from Metro Center to WP--I was told "train in 13 minutes" when I had about that long to get there. Bah! However, I apparently arrived shortly after they did, so not a problem. :)
Walked toward Chez Antoine with them, dropping Stef off on the way--the unreliable one who did, in fact, change plans at the last minute, so they didn't do the Capitol Hauntings tour--and continuing on into Adams Morgan. Lemme tell you, Friday night in AM is ridiculously busy--a constant heavy stream of cars, bikes, and pedestrians--so much that it was distracting outside the restaurant window! I did get several photos of some nice old motorcycles and scooters along the way, though. :)
Chez Antoine was quite nice, in no small part due to their beer list. Now, I wouldn't go so far as to call myself a connoisseur, but I've had a larger varieties of beer than most--meaning that at most bars that don't brew their own beers, I've had most of what they sell and have to look for the few that I haven't. Well, not this place--almost every beer on the list was a semi-obscure import, and the fact that I'd had 10 of them previously was impressive enough. Thus, I tried two more--Ayinger and Weihenstephan hefe-weizens--and Christine had a peach cider and a currant cider, while we waited for the rest of our party. When they showed up--Aaron and Faye, whom I'd met before, Faye's twin sister, and two others whose names I've forgotten--we relocated to a more sizable table, and then most of us had crêpes of various styles--mine were mocha, featuring a flood of chocolate sauce--white and dark--and coffee ice cream. Mmm.
Left CA, fought he crowds up the street to a pizza place that sold slices larger than a legal sheet of paper, where C&I headed home instead. (We were tiiiired.) Overslept come morning, as her radio's volume was too low, but not terribly so--0952 for a 1000 departure isn't that bad, right?--and headed back to Metro to head to our respective Orange and Blue line ends.
Oh yeah--Metro's SmarTrip proximity cards are the coolest things ever. Get the card near the reader, even if it's tucked into a book or in a wallet, and it reads it, tells you how much credit is left, and lets you through! (Perhaps I'm easily amused. ;)
Now I have to hurry and get showered/dressed/prepared for my trip to Norfolk/Portsmouth/Royal Oak, and set up the animals so they'll be fine for the duration.
Walked toward Chez Antoine with them, dropping Stef off on the way--the unreliable one who did, in fact, change plans at the last minute, so they didn't do the Capitol Hauntings tour--and continuing on into Adams Morgan. Lemme tell you, Friday night in AM is ridiculously busy--a constant heavy stream of cars, bikes, and pedestrians--so much that it was distracting outside the restaurant window! I did get several photos of some nice old motorcycles and scooters along the way, though. :)
Chez Antoine was quite nice, in no small part due to their beer list. Now, I wouldn't go so far as to call myself a connoisseur, but I've had a larger varieties of beer than most--meaning that at most bars that don't brew their own beers, I've had most of what they sell and have to look for the few that I haven't. Well, not this place--almost every beer on the list was a semi-obscure import, and the fact that I'd had 10 of them previously was impressive enough. Thus, I tried two more--Ayinger and Weihenstephan hefe-weizens--and Christine had a peach cider and a currant cider, while we waited for the rest of our party. When they showed up--Aaron and Faye, whom I'd met before, Faye's twin sister, and two others whose names I've forgotten--we relocated to a more sizable table, and then most of us had crêpes of various styles--mine were mocha, featuring a flood of chocolate sauce--white and dark--and coffee ice cream. Mmm.
Left CA, fought he crowds up the street to a pizza place that sold slices larger than a legal sheet of paper, where C&I headed home instead. (We were tiiiired.) Overslept come morning, as her radio's volume was too low, but not terribly so--0952 for a 1000 departure isn't that bad, right?--and headed back to Metro to head to our respective Orange and Blue line ends.
Oh yeah--Metro's SmarTrip proximity cards are the coolest things ever. Get the card near the reader, even if it's tucked into a book or in a wallet, and it reads it, tells you how much credit is left, and lets you through! (Perhaps I'm easily amused. ;)
Now I have to hurry and get showered/dressed/prepared for my trip to Norfolk/Portsmouth/Royal Oak, and set up the animals so they'll be fine for the duration.
