Corin
I met up with Agent Coulson, Rocco and some of their buddies at Fly Bar last night to hear about Coulson's trip to DC. We were talking about photography, developing film in a dark room, and I mentioned something I'd said to Corin last week about
DC
"I swear," Ash said on gchat this morning, "seems like everytime you go to DC, you come back w/ a broken liver." It may be the capital of the free world, but to me DC is still the town where I went to college. I know
DC
My DC trip went exactly according to plan: Friday and Saturday I punished my liver; Sunday was my pivot day and chance to hang out with my old roommates; and Monday I had business meetings. I walked all over downtown Monday, carrying my heavy wool coat over my arm because
Corin
After all the drinking, Sunday was a refreshing and welcome reset. I took a cab from Corin and Zadie's hotel room to my old boss's Dupont apartment. She's a tiny Lebanese woman who loves yoga, wine and painting. When I worked for her, we
DC
So, Friday I spent nine hours drinking Busch Light. Saturday I woke up at Lula's and we went straight to Dale's Chinatown loft to pregame. Lula made me eat some cheerios because this was the rest of my complete breakfast: * Two cans of Bud Light * A
DC
Scott and I landed at Dulles at 4:00 p.m. and not an hour later we were at the Tombs drinking. Shady was there waiting for us in a booth with two pitchers of Busch Light on the way. They were the first of nearly 20. We ordered some
DC
Since I started freelancing, I haven't taken a real vacation. Well, starting tomorrow I'm taking three days off to visit friends in DC. Already I feel more relaxed. Just clearing out my inbox and telling everyone I'll be unreachable has been an amzing feeling.
DC
One of St. F and Diego's favorite passtimes is finding things that drive me crazy. I am generally a pretty easy-going guy, but after a decade on the East Coast I've developed some strong opinions. You see, "being chill" just is not a cultural
DC
Most East Coasters and Midwesterners are disgusted with our life of ease. They picture Californians sunning themselves and sucking down avocados, and they're not far off. When I went back to DC to visit old friend last February, everyone remarked on tan I was, how thin, how happy
banality
You know that outpouring of emotion and public tributes we saw after Steve Jobs died? I think there would be even more of that if we lost Ira Glass. I mean, so many of us make it through week only by hearing the soothing, practiced humility of his voice. I
DC
The day St. Frances, Diego and I signed our lease was one of those hot, still days in the City. Not a cloud in the sky, almost 80 in late August. Everyone was out. Shorts, skirts, beers on the sidewalk, runners, hipsters and yuppies walking up and down Divis -