In my haste to return to Texas for nothing, I booked myself a flight 2 days after my internship ended. I had intended to play D.C. tourist for a week, or at least a weekend, but I had had enough of bustling diversity, phenomenal architecture, 60 degree weather, green everywhere and the most powerful city in the world, as Ivan likes to call it.
Because of my early return, I missed Beach House at the Rock n’ Roll Hotel, the same venue where St. Vincent played. The show was on a Friday night and I left early on Saturday. I even had tickets, but I chose to spend my last day in D.C. getting drunk at happy hour, packing and going out with my fellow interns for my final rendez-vous with Adams Morgan.
I should have stayed another week, another day at least. I should have seen Beach House and dined at Mama Ayesha’s with D.C.’s finest until we all met Helen Thomas.
3 responses so far ↓
Jo // May 20, 2008 at 5:48 pm |
i didn’t know you were skipping a show to hang out with me and watch me get really drunk and cry all over you!
tils // May 20, 2008 at 5:50 pm |
You’re worth it!
mj // May 20, 2008 at 8:42 pm |
hindsight is always 20-20 right?