night train

last night i left a great dinner party at midnight to head across town to meet the w's and their friend in a dive bar. i was sober (except for the two-sided buzz from downing shots of strong espresso and limoncello just before leaving. mmmm.) i saw at least 4 people run out of the train because they were going the wrong direction. and there was one other extremely-drunk couple that was going the wrong direction, but i'm sure they didn't realize it, although he kept checking the map with his drunk-wiggly eyes. in the station, he lit a cigarette (you can be arrested for just eating in a station), and then flicked it beneath the train when it stopped (it would have been so hardass if he had had any idea what he was doing). they were alternately making out/being cutesy and fighting viciously about her allegedly flirting with and 'rubbing up on' another guy. (i believed her)

and that was just the MIDNIGHT ride. i still had a 40-minute commute to make a few hours later. those 3am trains are FULL. but by then i was so sleepy that it was hard to keep my eyes open. but still, riding the trains is one of the things i like best about dc.

so what did i accomplish this weekend, other than having a lot of fun? nothing! went to the climbing gym yesterday and had a great time/beat myself up, and made a pot of dinner that will last all week. guess those count. i'm going to the gym now, and i swear i'm going to get some work done tonight!