Although plans to take off a Friday afternoon at work didn't exactly pan out (oh, work), we did get in a nice lunch at La Tasca where we enjoyed pork wrapped in pork (bacon!!), a little sangria (yes, I had to go back to work, but who couldn't use a glass of sangria in the middle of the day? it was vacation!), and a few other treats with limited redeeming health qualities but lots of tastiness. I drew Molly a napkin map and handed her my keys, and she set out for some D.C. exploring (in the chilly, chilly weather!) while I journeyed back to work and wrapped up the blah.
After being freed from the chains of the cubicle, we headed to Dupont Circle for dinner. Plans to enjoy some Mexican food (you know me too well) at Lauriol Plaza were derailed by the excessive wait time and ridiculously crowded bar, so we walked a bit and found ourselves at Bistro Bistro (I'm saying that in my head in the style of the Little Caeser's "pizza pizza!" guy) for French cuisine. Service was laughably awful, but thank goodness the food was tasty. Not wanting to stay there any longer than necessary, we miraculously managed to flag down our not-waiter and pay the check so we could escape to Veritas for some wine and girl talk. Also, wine is much needed after you're almost killed by a bus. Seriously, we didn't think he was going to make that corner. And we froze. Not an auspicious indicator of how we would react in any future life-threatening events. Or maybe it was just the cold temperature and biting north wind that caused us to freeze in our tracks. I'm going to stick with that.
We successfully hovered over a table and snagged it from two girls who headed elsewhere for the evening...but then we were somewhat commandeered by an obtrusive couple who claimed a more-than-reasonable amount of table and personal space by deceptively asking if they could pull up a chair. In a valiant attempt to ignore them, we did what any sane girls would do and proceeded to order flights - bubbles for Molly and Spanish reds for me. That's enough to bring a smile to anyone's face. Bubbles, bubbles!
Victory was ours when we outlasted the mushy couple, so we toasted ourselves and our table space and then called it a night.
Saturday dawned a little less chilly than Friday, which was certainly welcome as we walked the streets of Georgetown. More French food for lunch (it was just so adorable!) at Cafe Bonaparte followed by afternoon shopping adventures made for a pretty great day, and then we declined the opportunity to stand in line at one of the few sports bars in Georgetown (a line, really?) and headed home to catch the second half of the LSU game.
And that's where I leave you in suspense (I'm certain the anticipation is just killing you!) on Saturday evening and Sunday. #1, it gives me a guaranteed topic for tomorrow (this NaBloPoMo everyday business can get a little tough), and (b), I've got to get myself ready to cheer on the Red Raiders with Dana at the alumni bar tonight, and if I don't start on that right now I'm going to be late and I hate being late and WHY does it get dark at approximately 4:37 now? Ridiculous!