Vive le Dash

We were in rare form yesterday.  And when I say "rare form", I want you to take into account I'm on some sort of vacation reminiscent of Murray's grand adventure in Groundhog's Day.  I do not have proper superlatives to express our state.  We celebrated the birth of Jared the Great in a spectacular fashion. I have no regrets. But I may owe an apology.  To some number of Lindsay's.  I am not sure exactly how I managed this.  Or to what extent the damage may be.  But I have received a number of notifications from the beloved facebook informing me that various Lindsay's have accepted my friend requests.  I am sure you are all spectacular people, but I do not believe we've actually had the pleasure of meeting.   Unless you girls get together for incredibly confusing conventions and I happened to wander into one last night.  We were joined by  two of my already-friended Lindsay's come to think of it...  There may be more to that theory than m

So I finally actually went to a yoga class.  Women's work, I know, but I have been fairly interested since I started P90X over a year ago (and I've never been opposed to being the only guy in a room full of ladies).  For those of you unaware, P90X has a yoga day that you do at least once a week for the whole three month program.  And it will kick you mother-lovin' ass.  Fuck you Adam, with your perfect abs and unquivering poses… I've been doing P90X again this summer.  I'll admit it will never be as intense as the first time I ran through the program with Howie, my roommie in DC--I miss that competition or me trying to keep up--but it costs no gym membership and I've got to do something if I'm going to lounge on the beach every day.  Or show my cheeks to the night sky.  I figured a yoga class would be easy and I could tack it on to my routine. Nope.  Tony Horton of P90X fame did not prepare me for the variety of poses and shit that instructor can com

What's that?  It is a Wednesday and you really want to go out?  You are feeling stir-crazy and just can't wait for the weekend?  Alas, all your friends have real people jobs and wake up at real people hours.  What ever should you do? So I got a phone call the other night from a friend.  Technically she was more like an acquaintance at the time, but you can fast-track friendship with one solid evening.  She invited me to join her and some of her friends out at a place called Juanita's, a little Mexican joint with a nice big patio in the back and a live band.  A place where either a pint of Dos Equis is two bucks or they gave me some freebies.  My return business can be expected regardless.  Now it is a bit intimidating to meet a bunch of strangers out on your own, but how could I turn down the girl who invites the new kid in town to tag along?  Such  generosity  needs its just reward.  It probably didn't hurt that she was also a looker.  And it was a Wednesday; the

You should keep a journal.  That’s right, you, the esteemed reader.  Here, let me tell you why. Memory: You’ve a shitty memory.  Granted, it isn’t as shitty as mine, but it isn’t perfect.  Did you know that every time you remember something you actually recreate the memory, relive it in a sense, and change it ever so slightly.  It’s called coping and it’s science and I read it in an article.  We'll assume some esteemed science journal.  Yes, I do that on occasion, so there.   Now, I started keeping a journal when I went to Italy specifically because I know I have an atrocious memory.  And I’m slightly annoyed by the entries that say “went to place X, it was cool, check out the pictures.”  Thanks, Past Dale, for such an enlightening entry!  Now if you happen to have a perfect memory… well, good for you.  Move on to reason number two. Thinking: I would say conflict resolution because that’s where it really helps, but the point is that writing things down helps you rea

I spent Sunday at the beach (surprise!).  Perfect weather.  You don't know perfect weather until you've spent May and June in Charleston, SC.  Jared, my handsome, healthy, and fit roommate, swears that come July the heat and humidity will attempt to kill me.  Or at the very least make my days and evenings on the porch much sweater.  But that is then, this is now. Sunday evening capped off a perfect day with a meal on said porch in said weather with my Charlestonian family.  Here, why don't I introduce you? We have the above mentioned Jared.  A world traveler, surfer, gardener, etc. who reminds me how much one person can accomplish.  And that I should be eating healthier.  The lovely Cindy, a smart, hard working med student  who Kevin has selfishly stolen from the world.  She's also an incredible social animal and can work a room like I've never seen.  She was the esteemed chef of the evening.  And finally Kevin, who most of you likely know, one of my

Ha, I've had visitors.  It's official.  Entertaining guests, I believe, is a prerequisite to calling someplace home.  No one visits you on vacation, right?  But when you can say "Yes, this is where I sleep." or "May I offer you a drink?" it is a defining moment. Now, you could argue that Richard, a friend from high school turned DC resident, and Megan, one of my district lawyer friends, did not travel all this way specifically to see me.  Make the argument that they had some sort of "wedding" to plan.  And that they were staying with "family" (who could reject the comfort of my couch?).  But I know--and you do too, my dear readers--that their deep longing to see me was what really drew them to Charleston from far off DC. That's actually twice I've seen them since I've put the District into the rearview mirror.  I think they might be following me. We had a fantastic evening downtown.  Curious of my last… adventure