So the second time this year I spend the 45 grueling
minutes to blow dry my hair, 1) it rains and I forget my umbrella and 2) I go to one of the only bars that still allows smoking. Mmmm...frizzy cigar smelling hair.
Well, this week has not been a stellar one for me. First, and this doesn't seem like a bad thing at first, but the rough case I've been working on for months with the Dec 24th deadline, and for which my boss said, "Don't make plans to go home for the holiday," actually ended abruptly about 9pm last Friday. So, hooray, I didn't have to work all weekend, but wtf, it was way too late to get a ticket home. And to top it off, no one in the firm is around to give me more work, and my job depends on me billing a minimum of 8 hours a day. And no, I can't bill for internet surfing.
The other reason I was going to stick around over Christmas was to work on house tasks and do a little moving. Here was my Sunday:
1) Turn on main water valve. No water comes out.
2) Reattach wires on thermostat, unhooked by HVAC people so the flooring guys wouldn't suck two tons of sawdust into the new system. No heat comes out.
3) Finish installing toilets, now that I'd taken a separate trip to pick up the rubber washers that were missing in the kit. Find screws to attach toilet lid were missing.
4) Try to caulk backdoor. Find my boxcutter missing; can't even open the caulk.
5) Explode in mindblowing frustration.
6) Decide not to get on 8 foot ladder and learn to attach lighting fixture alone, because clearly I'm just asking for trouble.
Sigh. So I can't get any tasks done, and Reason #2 for me being in DC for Christmas ceases to exist.
On Christmas Eve I decided I needed to get the eff out of the house. I've been meaning to see the Hopper
exhibit since it opened in the fall, and the weather was gorgeous, so I walked to the National Gallery of Art
(and copied a bunch of my favorite photographers) on the Mall and what did I find? Reams and reams of freaking tourists. Yeesh. But the exhibit was fantastic (and so apropos for being alone at xmastime), and I strolled through the modern art
afterward to see the Picassos and Kandinskys and Gorkys again.
I wanted to catch a movie at 5pm at Gallery Place, so I walked up 7th Street to the Smithsonian American Art Museum to check out the new Kogod Courtyard
before the show. It's just as fun to photograph as everyone says (and apparently I was sharing photography space with the IR king zachstern
). Then I saw the Katharine Hepburn exhibit at the Portrait Gallery, which was so cool. They even have her four Oscars there, and an interesting story about how Hepburn and the director of Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? both put up their salaries as insurance in case the very ill Spencer Tracy died during filming and they had to film it over again with a new actor.
Then I saw Charlie Wilson's War -- definitely go see it. Aaron Sorkin did the screenplay, and it shows. Ignore the asshole who laughs hysterically at the end at the, sure, good delivery of the line that's, you know, actually about how Congress helped set the stage for 3000 people to be killed on American soil twenty years later. Sigh. And then I got drunk
Anyway, Christmas was spent mostly cleaning my house, opening my new knife set, making cinnamon rolls like my mother usually makes on xmas morning, and hanging out with some other misfits who came over for beer and chinese food. That was fun, but I'm pretty much in an inconsolable wallowing mood that is not clearing up. Made even worse by an entire day spent at work today doing absolutely nothing.
Oh, except I did find out I have plumbing problems at the house today. Awesome! That's why the water isn't on yet. Long story, and I'll find out tomorrow if the fix will cost me anything or if it's WASA's problem. But then I had one friend buy me a delicious lunch and peanut butter/chocolate milkshake at Java Green to cheer me up, and another buy me some Bushmills on the rocks after work to cheer me up. And now I'm going to watch Disk 1 of Flight of the Conchords that another friend brought me for xmas yesterday. So maybe I should just keep wallowing to keep getting free stuff from my friends. (Thanks guys!)