I had rather a good weekend. I doubt one could expect a better one. Maybe if it had more hours, so that I could have fitted more of the stuff I enjoy into it.
Starting on Friday, the dude who runs the conference center wheeled a trolley around, with leftover donuts and turkey wraps. Free donuts are always welcome. I ate one and took one for the road. One of the things I was hoping to get to was eating that donut, but whenever food was on my mind, I was either about to eat something better, or the donut was out of reach. After work, the weather was good enough for us to have an inaugural glass of wine on the patio at the local bistro.
Saturday, Cameron and I went to see the cherry blossoms at the DC tidal basin. It also happened to be the national kite festival, and a gorgeous, 70-degree, sunny day. We ate ice cream from a greasy truck and took a bunch of photos and only got nearly clothes-lined by a kite string once. We were also very clever in getting in two separate lines for ice cream (there were two trucks) because the lines for both of them were absurdly long, and the man inside was running credit cards through the Square app on a cellphone, which can be tricky even not in gigantic crowds of everyone trying to instagram their photos of tree flowers at the same time. As Cameron mentioned, around 1,000,000 people come into DC specifically to look at these sakura trees, and with the peak timed for April 1st, today was probably people’s first choice. It certainly had the weather. There were lines for couples to lean against a railing that happened to offer the perfect combination of sakura bough, tidal basin, and Jefferson Memorial over the shoulder. I think I blinked in 90% of the photos taken, but still, she persists.
Sunday was our deferred date day, since I had freelance deadlines running up through Friday, so I planned out a day of tacos, movies, and noodles. first, though, Cameron went off to church, while I ate cereal and drew my comic. If I can keep on it, I will be on track to finish before the summer, and can start shopping it around to publishers as proof of concept. When church was over, we went to what the Washington Post called one of the 10 best taquerias in the region. Most, annoyingly, are outside the city, I suppose as that’s where most of the actual Mexicans can afford to live, and I can’t fault them for wanting to open restaurants where rent is cheap. The place we went is called Taco Bamba, and it’s as hipster as all hell. Steel chairs, exposed brick walls, employees wearing black t-shirts, and items on the menu named things like “The Sid Vicious” (fried cod) and “The Drunken Master” (shrimp and peanuts). And, like all hipster food joints, the food was surprisingly good, though I’m glad we got there when it wasn’t yet half-full. Those places get loud so quickly.
Then we looked at orchids in the Kogod courtyard in the National Portrait Gallery. They had an orchid exhibit on display.
Then we went to see Us, Jordan Peele’s latest horror movie. Neither of us are incredible horror fans, but I have never seen a horror movie in a theater, and the vocal anxiety that rumbled around whenever things on screen got tense was most satisfying. The movie was scarier in the first half, when everything was a complete mystery, than in the second half, when everything was still a complete mystery, but more in a “huh?” way than an “aggh!” way.
We capped the day off with a trip to the hottest ramen restaurant in town: Daikaya. It is a wee place that seats less than 30, and we got placed right up next to the bar. We got to see the over-worked staff simmering the broths, scooping in the tare seasonings, pack fresh balls of noodles into each bowl, and layer in vegetables and seasonings right next to us. The wait time when we first walked in around 6:00 was 40 minutes (enough time for a drink at the neighboring sports bar) and when we left sated, the wait time for a table was 90. So. I would recommend the Spicy miso, which Cameron got, just because otherwise the broth is a little flat. I got the Shoyu (pork bone) flavor, which is how I know.
I can’t remember the last time a weekend has been so satisfyingly entertaining. The only thing we didn’t get in was a book store. So, taking that into consideration, the weekend was an abject failure, over which a dark cloud shat lightning and acid rain all over our futile attempts at cheer.