Leaving is always hard, I am not good at it though I do it all the time.
The day began at Grindhouse for coffee and pastry. I still am not sure how they make vegan sweets or ice cream. I’m glad someone figured it out though. It’s good.
We hugged it out and then I queued up for the line to DC. This time I had a ticket.
Had just enough time to snap a pic of Philly’s Chinatown gate, a new thing I’d been taking pics of since I arrived to Boston.
Another pretty quick bus ride and I was in DC. I was soon walking to one of my favorite hostels. I’d stayed here on a couple of other DC visits.
It’s in a good location, sort of close to a few subway lines which made getting around easier. Plus I knew the neighborhood.
Not much had changed at the hostel. Take off your shoes in front, bunks in the back. I decided it was time for a rest. Long night ahead.
I took the Metro to the stop near the capital, Jeff worked for the gov though I wasn’t 100% clear on what he did. I knew he helped a Congressman from Texas for a few years.
I’d known Jeff for over 15 years by this point. We’d seen radiohead together on the OK Computer tour, drove to Cali from Denton after graduation. We’d seen and done a lot.
A couple of transfers and we were at his car, parked at a station. This was sort of my dream commute situation. I just want to avoid traffic and downtown DC is pretty bad.
Initially we discussed checking out a punk show. I feel we both realized we couldn’t talk if we were in a loud place so we hailed a car to take us to a pub.
Jeff’s wife was Swedish, as in she spoke the language and had lived there for a time. That is a cool way to see a city and country.
He told me bout their honeymoon or maybe she just goes home every year and Jeff joined. I haven’t explored Scandinavia yet, looks fun but cold.
We caught the ballgame that was on. I ventured that maybe we could see a Nationals playoff game the next night. They had just won their division.
After sharing travel tales, his wife arrived to collect him for the night. She too is a cool kid and it was nice to get to know her at their wedding a couple of years ago.
Marylanders they were now. Ocean City for the summers.
I had to negotiate the Metro late as well as half sauced. I didn’t have a lady to pick me up.
It was fine, just sliver to red, head north and I was home.
Safe inside a roomful of strangers, snoring.
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