City summer livin'

Loving city summer livin' in my sweet town lately, which was perfectly embodied in my happy hour with the ladies last night at Circa, a favorite regular spot of Dana's...and maybe a new regular spot of mine?  Great location right on Dupont Circle (a 15-minute walk from home), great atmosphere, great tween music, and the owners (who treated us all to aglass of vino) were just as fun and charming as Dana assured.  Not an impressive wine list, but they don't hold out to be a wine bar, so I won't fault them for not being one.  Not to mention, I can't think of any self-respecting wine bar who welcomes me in my weeknight casual sportswear...

I ran into an old mutual friend and his new girlfriend.  He is 45+ and she is at most 24.  Charming couple!

Tonight will be spent with the lovely Miss Frazier, at the gym then at her place while we drink all those calories we just burned and finally watch "He's Just Not That Into You"- can't wait to see this flic.  I couldn't agree more with the premise- you've got to know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em ladies.  For reals.

xo

Family fun days

Happy summer daze all!  I am just back from a fun family weekend with the Smiths, who joined my sister and I up in the Mid-Atlantic for the hottest day ever in DC history- a whopping 106 degrees on Saturday.  Yikes (extra yikes because I ran 11 miles that morning and nearly expired).  But we took the heat in stride given that we're all hot-blooded Floridians, and we thoroughly enjoyed our time at the Marriott Ranch in Hume, VA.

Despite the fact that we arrived to find a massive Mormon celebration (Didn't y'all know that the Marriotts are Mormons??  Open up the telephone table drawer next time you visit one and you'll find a strategically placed Book of Mormon where you'd normally find a Gideon Bible), the crazies quickly dispersed and left us to a peaceful weekend in our natural habitat:  the sticks.  We explored the lovely Front Royal, VA, and escaped the afternoon heat in the town's quaint movie theater to see "Salt," the newest DC-themed Angelina Jolie flic.  Not my typical weekend activity, but I did enjoy the action, much of which was filmed in front of my glamorous (not) federal office building!  I kept my eyes peeled for the girl in full suit and city-commuter flip flops, fumbling with her two blackberries on her way home from working on the energy bill (which FAILED.  SADNESS.), but alas, my film debut was not in the cards.  I'll stick with plan A and hold out for the role of Lady Brett Ashley, originally cast as Ava Garnder, in the remake of Hemingway's "The Sun Also Rises" (not that I've thought about this or anything).

As a result of the Smiths coming in two waves this week (brother came and went before parents and sister arrived), I spent and re-spent a good chunk of the weekend in the Newseum, a real gem of a one-stop-shop for the last 100 years of American history as seen through the eyes of the media.  Because of the redo venue, I spent most of the second trip frantically finishing Lolita in a corner on the second floor and I'm pretty sure most of the tourists were convinced I was some weird introverted perv. 

All in all a great weekend of good, clean (err...mostly) family fun!

xo

Wakee wakee eggs and bakee

I wish this were my alarm clock.

Sing to me again my Russian darling

"Sometimes...Come on, how often exactly, Bert?  Can you recall four, five, more such occasions?  Or would no human heart have survived two or three?  Sometimes (I have nothing to say in reply to your question), while Lolita would be haphazardly preparing her homework, sucking a pencil, lolling sideways in an easy chair with both legs over its arm, I would shed all my pedagogic restraint, dismiss all our quarrels, forget all my masculine pride - and literally crawl on my knees to your chair, my Lolita!  You would give me one look - a gray furry question mark of a look:  'Oh no, not again' (incredulity, exasperation); for you never deigned to believe that I could, without any specific designs, ever crave to bury my face in your plaid skirt, my darling!  The fragility of those bare arms of yours - how I longed to enfold them, all your four limpid lovely limbs, a folded colt, and take your head between my unworthy hands, and pull the temple-skin back on both sides, and kiss your chinesed eyes, and - 'Pulease, leave me alone, will you,' you would say, 'for Christ's sake leave me alone.'  And I would get up from the floor while you looked on, your face deliberately twitching in imitation of my tic nerveux.  But never mind, never mind, I am only a brute, never mind, let us go on with my miserable story."  Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita.

Coco avant Chanel

Watched this fabulous flic on my lazy Sunday and it was a lovely depiction of Coco (nee Gabrielle) Chanel's extraordinary story.  Remarkable that two of the most famous female pop culture icons in France were born orphans and completely self-made (the second being Edith Piaf, hauntingly portrayed by the exquisite Marion Cotillard in La Vie en Rose, one of my favorite films of all time).  Can I get a witness?

These frenchie films are right down my alley (great weekend practice), and for those of you non-frenchies who let subtitles stop you- for shame!  There are a ton of stimulating foreign films out there and you will expand your mind and your world if you just put up with a little light reading on the bottom of the screen.  ;)

xo

Living lately

Can you believe we're already almost finished with July?  Where has this summer gone?!

I've been making the most of every minute, and admittedly haven't been reading or writing a ton in the midst of turning pages in the 'ol summer calendar.  I'm definitely going through a time in my life when I need to be alone, particularly mentally, which means I'm not seriously focused on organizing my feelings and sharing them with the world at large.  So apologies, lovelies, if I have been a bit stingy with my thoughts as of late!  'Tis the season for light-hearted fun with friends!

And on that note, I found this gem on cnn.com- Top 10 most memorable movie dance scenes.  Spent a good half hour re-watching these in bed before mass this morning:

http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/Movies/07/15/movie.dance.scenes.is/index.html?hpt=Sbin

Speaking of mass, my little downtown DC Catholic church has recruited some serious music talent in the recent past.  I have discovered this little church only in the past two years or so, and quickly made the switch from the lovely yet large St. Matthews Cathedral (where JFK was laid to rest).  My new church is quaint and very southern, with a really diverse crowd and some nice gospel hymn choices sprinkled throughout the traditional stuff (which I also love).  Unfortunately the gorgeous wood-stained sanctuary isn't air-conditioned, so during the months of July and August, mass is held in the auditorium.  But even in the not-so-ideal settings of the Catholic school auditorium, we were all in silent tears this morning when this uber talented black man sang an acapella version of "This Little Light of Mine."  It was astonishing.  I'm talking broadway talent level.  And for those of you who don't know, Catholics do NOT get up and clap for anything during mass.  But this man got a standing ovation and the priest had to kindly ask us to sit down after a good two minutes of applause.  When we shared the sign of peace, none of us could stop moving down the rows and warmly greeting each other, with a shared understanding like we'd all just witnessed something divine.  This was an almost exact replica of my experience one month ago (which was only sweetened by the fact that we were in the beautiful wooden sanctuary) when a woman who must be a soprano for the Washington National Opera (for reals) blew us all away during communion.  It was beyond words.

I love moments that bring us completely into the present. 

xo

Tom Robbins revisited

"They glared at her the way any intelligent persons ought to glare when what they need is a smoke, a bite, a cup of coffee, a piece of ass, or a good fast-paced story, and all they're getting is philosophy."

"Twenty candles on a cake.  Twenty Camels in a pack.  Twenty months in the federal pen.  Twenty shots of tequila down a young girl's gullet.  Twenty centuries since Our Lord's last pratfall, and after all that time we still don't know where passion goes when it goes."

"All outlaws are photogenic, and I love that."