Because it's awesome

It is really just starting to sink in that there are only 4 more weeks before I start life over again in a new country.  I am not intimidated by the change, but, having lived overseas previously, I know the costs involved (there are also benefits, but those are more pertinent to another conversation, at another time).  The biggest cost for me is always trying to develop a new support base of friends and (adopted) family.  What really brought that home for me was the visit by Andrew, Estee, Martha and Mel this past weekend.

Everyone trained/bussed (not a word, but deal)/flew down/up to DC to spend a few chaotic days squeezed ever so tightly in my one-bedroom apartment here in Dupont Circle.  Outside of the precious few friends I have kept in touch with since middle or high school, Andrew, Estee, Martha and Mel represent the core of a group of friends who have been close to me the longest.  We met during our freshman year at the University of Pennsylvania and I haven't once wished it were different.  As I've said before and I'll say again (and again and again), a girl couldn't ask for a better group of friends.  These people have my back (literally, between the lawyering, financial and nursing skills that this group represents, I have an answer to every problem).

Just knowing that this was the last time we were all together before I ship off to Buenos Aires really reminds me of how precious these moments are.  It also reminds me that all the future plans I was making are now current plans, and I leave in a month (a month!!!). 

Regardless, now that we've become (somewhat) mature adults and have moved to different states and countries, it has become difficult for us to all be together.  Like Clark Kent and Superman, we are often not in the same room at the same time.  So these get-togethers mean so much to me, even if all we do is sit on my couch to escape the heat stroke that is likely during these hot and humid DC summer days...

So, a recap is in order:

• Andrew is the first to arrive.  I might have beaten him if I didn't decide that a last-minute Happy Hour with Micita was the perfect idea.  He informs me by text that it took him 3 tries to open my front door so he could leave his bags behind.  The awesomeness officially began.
• I arrive back at my apartment to find Andrew's TWO BAGS (what are you, a woman!??!) in front of my apartment door with a lovingly handwritten note informing my neighbors that these bags, these TWO COLOSSAL WOMAN'S BAGS FOR A TWO-DAY TRIP are for Ryan Janda, in apartment 4, and please don't steal them.  I consider briefly leaving them in front of my neighbor's door instead, sans note, but am kind enough to bury them in the pile of electronics waiting for the movers in my living room.
• Maggie and I go to the dog park.  It is too late to go grocery shopping, so I drop the dog back in her crate and leave the apartment.  Mel texts me to let me know she is in town and I give her Metro directions.  The wrong directions, in fact.  Good thing was that she was already out of the Metro at Dupont Circle, right by my house.  I coerce her into getting back on Metro to go to the airport for Martha.
• Mel will likely not feel this story is complete without the story of the homeless woman on the train.  It just so happens that we sat down next to an older homeless woman who seemed to be trying to get to the Shaw/Howard University stop.  Unfortunately for her, she was on the train going in the opposite direction.  Unfortunately for us, we strongly believed she was on some sort of intoxicating substance (or she had severe mental issues).  It took me about 20 minutes to convince her to get off the train and try to get on a train going in the right direction.  She finally decided to follow us when we got off at the National Airport stop.  We walked her over to the other platform and tried to leave her there, telling her to take the next yellow line train.  Every time we thought she understood and started to walk away, she would all of a sudden gain some kind of consciousness and call us back.  So I asked Mel to text Martha so we could figure out where to meet her, mostly because Mel needed something to do other than to look incredulous at the fact that we two were helping out a homeless lady (Mel would have preferred to call the cops, I believe; note to people who may one day feel compelled to help out a homeless person: do only what you feel comfortable doing.  If it's talking to him/her, fine, do it.  If it's calling the police, fine, do it.  If it's just leaving the information for the nearest shelter, fine, do it.  Interacting with the homeless is not a requirement and should not feel compulsory; the only thing I do not advocate is being openly disrespectful - no one should treat a person in an undignified way).  Eventually, the woman wandered off, hopefully to find whatever it was she was looking for.
• Meanwhile, Martha wondered what the hell Mel was doing at the airport.  Basically, Mel hadn't decided to join us until that morning, so Martha was all, "Who are you and why are you at the airport?"  Needless to say, we reunion-ed at baggage claim with our favorite Southern belle and returned her, whole and hearty, to the District.
• Mel decided she needed pasta so I convinced my ladies that a jaunt to Posto was absolutely necessary.  It was four blocks further than Mel wanted to walk (i.e. it was four blocks away from my apartment), but we made it without any major mishaps.  Dinner was, simply put, *amazing.*  If you live in the DC area and you haven't yet tried Posto, run, do not walk.  It's that good.
• As we were nearing the end of our meal, my darling Sean, one of my foreign service colleagues, and his friend Jeff walked in.  Hugs!
• Then Estee called to let us know that she arrived at Union Station and was taking a cab to us.  We had coffee and it was glorious.
• Then Andrew called to tell us that whatever Georgetown MBA function he had ditched us for was now over and he was working his way back to my apartment.  So we made him sweat it out a little on my front steps, while we took our sweet time (i.e. kept Mel's turtle-like pace) walking back.
• The air mattress.  It doesn't even need complete sentences, it is that infamous.  My friend Chasity loaned me this air mattress (thank you, doll!), but I hadn't bothered to check to see what I needed to inflate it.  I naturally assumed that it just plugged into the wall.  And you know what assuming does: it makes you think that using a tire pump to fill up an air mattress outside of your local gas station at 1AM is a good idea!  Turns out the air mattress was battery operated.  But we five ivy league grads thought the smart thing would be to use the Air Vac at the gas station to fill it up.  Five dollars or so in quarters later and we determined we just simply didn't have enough change to ever get the mattress to a comfortable level of fullness.  The good news is that one drunk guy walked by with his friends and was so totally appreciative of our ingenuity that we felt far less ridiculous than we would have otherwise - even despite the fact that some of us were in our pajamas (lucky for me, I was also the one with the camera, so...).  After our first failure of the evening (Air Vac: 1; UPenn Grads: 0), we decided to take the longer trek to the 24-hour CVS for "elephant-testicle" sized batteries, also know as D batteries.  Yes, my friends, I said "elephant testicles."  Since there were cops outside the door to CVS, we didn't try out the batteries until we were in front of Starbucks, clearly a much more conspicuous location.  Success!  And now we know that when Mel and Andrew start pumping out little Asian babies that glow-in-the-dark, we have the air mattress to thank!  Chasity, your next drink is on us... 

 

• Saturday is really quite a blur in my mind.  This day could probably best be described as "couching."  I remember making brunch for everyone, walking the dog, getting froyo and ice cream, and exchanging some shoes at Johnson & Murphy's, but what I remember most clearly are two things: 1) debilitating humidity, and 2) the couch.
• Saturday night, it was just me and the ladies.  Andrew (slacker) ditched us for other, more important friends, while I dragged the girls out to VA for a going-away party for a colleague of mine who has now shipped off to Ciudad Juarez, Mexico.  Much of the evening was spent moving from one group of people to the next, chatting and working the room, but we also managed to have a few key moments worth remembering.  One is that my Penn friends met one of my GMU friends and his fellow GMU friend.  Let's just say that "come sit on my friend's face" is not the best introductory text, nor is "Smell ya later!" the best farewell text (although, to Gaurav's credit, we did continue to tell each other to smell ourselves later for the rest of the weekend).  Another is that Micita is now thoroughly impressed by Mel's networking skills when Mel walked up to 2 marines with Micita, started a conversation, and then totally walked away, leaving Micita surrounded by marine yumminess.  Everyone needs a Mel, I'm tellin' ya.  We also attempted to go dancing at Cafe Citron, but were not cool with the lack of breathing room on either floor so we returned to my apartment, where Mel could puke in the relative privacy and comfort of my place.  It was a very posh affair.

• Sunday, da-dah, da-da-da-dah...We were supposed to meet with Jeff and Liz at Busboys and Poets for brunch, but we received their cancellation text after we had already seated ourselves so we ate without them.  We enjoyed our communism with a side of eggs/toast/grits/whatever.
• Then we started booting people out of the District like it was a fire sale.  Mel got tossed first, needing basically all afternoon and all night to train back to Hartford.  There was maximum groping (she is oh-so-grope-able!). 

• At some point, we also tossed Estee and Andrew, who were both Bolt Bussing it back to NYC.  It was 2 for the price of 1, and then it was just Martha and me and Maggie.  The apartment seemed so empty.
• Mostly, Martha and I relaxed for the next 2 days.  She got in some reading for primary care nursing, while I continued to do whatever it is I do to prepare for departure.  We got some beautiful weather with low humidity, Martha took care of my Tempur-pedic delivery (without the foundation, of course, as it would not fit through the door), I had myself a meeting with one of the craziest people I have ever met (but I can't divulge names on the internets), and then we treated ourselves to a sangria happy hour replete with boys, a bartender that looked like a 1980s porn star, paella, a recurring and malfunctioning fire alarm that urged us all to leave the building, and tapas. 


• We certainly tried to add culture to our DC visit, but it just didn't happen.  Instead of things like the National Zoo, the Museum Walking Tour, and the Smithsonian Museum of the American Indian, we now have memories that revolve around air mattresses, elephant testicles, smelling people later!, sangria, and couches.  Not bad, my friends, not bad at all.

I am seriously going to miss you guys, but remember: Penn Reunion 2011 in Buenos Aires!

Gotta get in at least one May post

Funnily enough, one of my coworkers/friends was the first to give me a hard time about not posting on here recently.  And it was even at his going-away party - I mean really, he took the time out of his busy shot-taking schedule to note that I hadn't written in far too long.  So clearly, as a farewell gift, I must write again.  Al, this one is for you...

To be honest, I can hardly remember what has passed since last I wrote.  Perhaps it is easiest if I work from most recent and work my way backwards in time?  It won't be thorough, but it'll be the best I've got.

So let's start with Memorial Day weekend:

• Maggie-Moo spent Thursday through today (Monday) with the Spousé family in Falls Church, VA, as I had long ago promised to attend Morgan's wedding in the Outer Banks of North Carolina.  Which means that she spent basically five days with (the new) Grace (the mildly anti-social dauschaund) and Julie (the amazing Veezlo who Flashdances to Maniac), her newest best friends in the world.  We've had a couple of doggie dates with the extended Spousé clan and it has done wonders for Maggie's anti-social behavior, so when my regular dog-sitters a) decided to get married in the OBX, and b) flew to the midwest for the long weekend to visit a sick relative, my first thought went to Grace, Julie and their ever-pleasant owners.  Lucky for me, they love dogs and seem to think Maggie is cute (I didn't contradict them until after they had said "yes," of course).  Maggie is now back home, but I think she already misses being with the Spousé family - she is just lying on the floor, all dejected, with her head between her paws...

• As I alluded in the previous paragraph, I had a wedding to attend in the Outer Banks this weekend.  I had a plane ticket, which I forewent to drive down with Anthony, whose plane had plans other than to actually fly him into Norfolk (the closest airport to the wedding).  He got into DC late Thursday night and shortly after noon on Friday, we were on our way.  For those of you who, like my mom, are worried that I may have had some sort of emotional breakdown upon seeing Anthony for the first time since we broke up and stopped living together, let me just reassure you that all is fine.  And it turned out to be really nice to actually know someone else at the festivities other than the bride and groom.  I find that at weddings, most people have been friends since the beginning of time and they aren't using such an occasion to make new friends so I am often the odd man out.  And even though Anthony was one of the groomsmen (actually, he was basically the ONLY groomsman; the other "groomsman" was actually the best man) and sat at the head table with the newly wedded couple, it was nice knowing that I didn't have to spend the whole event forcing my conversation on random friends and family members I will likely never see again.  (Heck, if I've gone this long without ever meeting them, it's looking likely that it will be a while before we meet again.)  But it was a pretty good use of my diplomatic skills - talking intelligently to strangers will definitely come in handy at the cocktail parties and other social events I'll be required to attend as part of my job in Buenos Aires.  In any case, the wedding was quite beautiful - Morgan and Erin prepared their own vows of love, which were deeply touching, and I wish them nothing but happiness forever and ever amen.  If anyone deserves a happily ever after married life, it is my friend Morgan.

• My stepdad was also in town for the long weekend, staying with my sister Preyasha in Glover Park.  As Anthony and I left the wedding Saturday night and immediately hopped in the car to drive back to DC thereafter, I was back in the District by 3AM on Sunday morning.  Which clearly meant that I had time to meet with them for dinner at my favorite neighborhood restaurant, Mandu.  I don't get to see my family nearly enough, so it is always good to get together over a meal and catch up on life.  The late Sunday night latte and creme brulee wasn't so bad either. 
• And a holiday weekend wouldn't be complete without something going disasterously wrong with the condo: last weekend, a leak from our apartment started damaging the apartment below ours and all our tenants have had quite the week.  It took until Friday to determine that the original leak might have been caused by the A/C unit freezing (lack of freon), then thawing and dropping condensation all over the floor of the utility closet (turns out there was a crack in the catch pan underneath the water heater) - and moreover, that our five-year-young water heater had a crack in it.  So new freon was added to the A/C unit and the entire water heater was replaced on Friday morning.  On Sunday, I received a call from the owner of the downstairs condo who proceeded to inform me that our apartment was leaking again.  Many angry phone calls later (to my disastrously incompetent management company and to others), we finally got a plumber to go back in and check on the A/C and water heater.  Turns out that the plumber is also disastrously incompetent: no one thought to check to make sure the condensate drain wasn't clogged, so things had backed up and more water leaked all over our downstairs neighbors' utility closet.  The plumber went and took care of that this morning and now all is well.  Well, well-ish anyway.  The next step is to determine if we actually needed to shell out money for a new water heater in the first place.  And to figure out who will actually be paying for all the damage to the downstairs unit.  But, as far as I'm concerned, the most pressing part of this issue is now past and Anthony and I can now move forward in pursuing a different management company - i.e. one that actually returns our phone calls.

So that was this weekend.  Last week I also said goodbye to at least 3 of my Foreign Service classmates - Stacey, who left us for Sierra Leone; Al, who hasn't quite left yet but will be off soon for Belize; and Max, my resident carpool driver, who left us for Nigeria.  It has been anti-climactic, to say the least.  Going through orientation and training is very similar to summer camp, wherein you're with a small group of people day-in and day-out, from the beginning of the work day to the late-night end of happy hour... Even on the weekends, there is a party, a tour, a hike, a dinner, whatever.  And then people just randomly (or so it seems to me) start to drift away to their overseas destinations.  We've had friends leave for Dubai, Hong Kong, Mexico City, South Korea, Jamaica, Brazil...our colleagues are all over the world these days.  It's hard to believe that we're not all still here, or even that we've only known each other since February.  What a wild, wonderful world the Foreign Service can be.

Ran out of time - gotta go get Chasity some lunch!

Trials and tribulations

Maggie has now been in DC for all of a week and a half and, apart from a few cross-border trips from Nogales to southern Arizona, this is the first time she has ever been in the United States.  Moreover, it's the first time that she has ever lived in the United States.  And it has been quite the ordeal for her, to say the least.

She is not yet 2, but she has experienced a lot of changes in such a short lifespan.  For one thing, she has lived in 3 different countries and has therefore had to adapt to the lifestyle of a Foreign Service dog.  The smells, tastes, sounds, and the general feel of each place she has lived has, at times, been a bit overwhelming.

Maggie has also lived through a relatively long time period in which there was always someone home with her, no matter the time of day, and she could escape to the back yard to go potty at any point (the climate in Lima is so temperate that the doors opening from both the kitchen and the main living space into the walled backyard were almost always open).  Moreover, she always had her friends to play with - whether it was the gardener, Jainor; the maid, Petronila; Pookie, the cat; or Grace, the pitbull extraordinaire/pack leader. 

When Maggie moved to Mexico, the big change was the house and the loss of the gardener and maid (strangely enough, they did not want to come with us).  But I was still home all day, to pay attention to her and let her out to pee whenever she needed.  And she still had Grace and Pookie to harass to her heart's content.

But now...everything has changed.  First, there were issues getting her on the plane the day Anthony and I planned to ship her.  The stupid expletive deleted! woman behind the ticketing counter declared that the crate was too big to fit into the luggage area.  Anthony managed not to shoot her in the face and came back the following day to get her into cargo (as opposed to her flying with our friend as excess baggage - i.e. as opposed to flying her less expensively).  Although that same woman was there again, Anthony worked with someone else and Maggie got on the damn plane.  So she spent 2 whole days in-transit, more or less, locked up in her crate and trying to get to me.

When she got off the plane, she ended up in the unclaimed baggage area for at least 45 minutes because her mommy (that would be me, folks) was very, very, very late.  (Note to self: the next time a friend is helping me pick my dog up at the airport, be absolutely certain that everyone knows which airport we are going to.)  She must have been absolutely terrified.  Because here's the thing: she's a very anxious dog.  She is all fine and dandy so long as Anthony or I or Pookie or Grace is around, but minus all those factors, she's a wreck. 

On top of that, all the new sights, sounds and smells were accosting her.  Ugh.  I just can't imagine.

So, I take her out of the crate, and cuddle her all the way back to my apartment (yeah, we got lost again; but hey, that's the fun that is driving in DC).  She's tired, confused, disoriented, and now hiding behind me so my friend, Jan (a.k.a. the nice man who went to all this effort to help me pick MAGGIE-SO-DELICIOUS! up from the airport, and could use a big freakin' doggie kiss after the frustration of getting lost twice), could not touch her.  I think he was so frustrated with Maggie that he left pretty much immediately.

So that was two Saturday nights ago (and I missed such a scandalous party at Max's house for this!)...the next day I planned a meeting with the dog walker I had retained for 5 days a week.  Maggie was okay with her after a while, but still extremely tentative.  Turns out Maggie hates her because on Monday, she refused to get out of her crate to go for a walk.  Same thing on Tuesday.  So we had to say goodbye to the dog walker.  Such a shame.  Because now, Maggie has to learn how to hold her pee - for nine hours at a time.

The other things that terrify Maggie now include: construction vehicles/semis/buses, people, and other dogs.  Which is basically all there is around here. 

The plan is to keep her on a schedule.  Up at 5:30AM, out to run and pididdle, in crate for most of day, out for dog park and then dinner and relaxation until 10, 11, 12 o'clock... Slowly she is adjusting.  S. L. O. W. L. Y.  She is now able to go approximately 5 minutes at the dog park without pulling out the ol' VAMPIRE PUPPY! face because some dog is trying to smell her foof.  Maggie is also getting much better at sticking her nose right up in the wee-wah of other dogs so she can say "hello."  (More like, "Hey baby, do you come here often?") 

But like I said, things are improving.  She can also now walk around the block with her tail held high, as opposed to clenched over all her girlie bits so no one can sneak up behind her and surprise her.  I would even go so far as to say that breakfast potty time is her favorite because Mommy doesn't even make her walk on a leash to get to that back alley with the overgrown patch of weeds and grass that MAG-DELICOUS! so likes to trample.  She just races over there, with her sproingy little tail bouncing all over creation, her butt chops whistling in the wind, and her Einstein ears flopping all around her head.  Not to forget, of course, that really endearing, shit-eating grin plastered all over her face (which kind of makes her look like she dislodged the one brain cell left in her head)...

In any case, Maggie is improving every day.  And she's only had two accidents in the house (both my fault, really).  Clearly, we're learning how to make it work.  Now if only I could get her to stop shedding...

Stress is so overrated

You can imagine the amount of shenanigans I've gotten up to since Easter (I blame some people named BRIAN STREET for that godawful Hungarian brew this past Friday), but even with all of the socializing I do, work is still work and I am definitely tired these days.

This week marks my fourth week in Spanish language training and, while some people are invigorated by learning to think in a second (or third, or fourth...) language, I find it utterly exhausting.  At the end of the day, my brain is so weary from all that internal translating, all I want to do is curl up with a good book or a watch a movie.

However, that is never really the case.  Now that Maggie is here, I have all kinds of responsibilities - like getting her not to pee on the carpet.

Here is a typical day:
5:30AM - wake up, wash face, brush teeth, throw on gym clothes, grab MAG-DELICIOUS! and go for a run
6:30AM - yoga, while trying to persuade Maggie that I do NOT want to be French kissed (nasty!) or to have a 30-lb dog sitting on my head
7:00AM - scarf down my oatmeal (yes, I eat it every day) then shower, get dressed
7:45AM - check for important emails
7:50AM - run out door to catch ride to work
8:45AM - arrive at work, refresh cup of tea, check work email, print out Argentina news to read throughout the day
9:00AM to 10:00AM - language lab
10:05AM to NOON - Spanish class
12:05PM to 2:15PM - logistics for move to Argentina (emails, diplomatic passport, forms, more emails), more time in the language lab, administrative stuff like timesheets and travel vouchers, 20-30 minutes to sit outside in the sun and eat lunch while enjoying my colleagues' conversation
2:15PM-4:15PM - Spanish class
4:15PM-5:00PM - more logistics, errands, emails and the like
6:00PM - Home!  Quick change into more comfy clothing, free MAG-DELICIOUS! from her crate and run out the door before she has a chance to poop on something, dog park
7:00ishPM - Usually pretending to do homework and more logistics for move, but normally spacing out on my personal email and Facebook, while trying to decompress
8:00PM-11:00PM - studying Spanish, work administration, prepping for next day, if I'm lucky I remember to eat
11ishPM - BED.  Again, if I am lucky.  Wash, rinse, repeat...

So, since I'm not the kind of girl whose picture is under the words "spontaneous" or "care-free" in the dictionary, you can see how the stress involved in this kind of schedule might wear a girl down.  Especially since I'm always stressed about what I haven't yet done or what should go on the to-do list for tomorrow.  In fact, I worry so much that I start waking myself up in my sleep around 3 to 4:30AM every day.  I actually stress that my alarm clock (which has not failed to go off EVER) is f$%&ing with me and I have somehow missed my 5:30AM wake-up call, so I wake myself up enough that I actually check the time.  Yeah, that's right, people, you heard me: I wake myself up to reassure myself that I can still sleep.  WTF?!!

On top of all of this, I am maximizing my time with my new colleagues/friends, since goodness knows we will all never again be in the same place at the same time at any point during our careers (we're like Clark Kent and Superman that way).  Which is why I found myself at a house party this past Friday night at around 9:30PM.  It is also why I left said house party after midnight to dance at a gay club with approximately 15 of the party-goers who lasted that long.  And it is also why I was at Ben's Chili Bowl at 3AM with the only other 2 people who were still left standing after all that.  (I am not sure I can actually blame the cosmos for my walking Maggie at 4AM, forgetting to bring the house key, and then waking my landlord up at 5AM to get the spare, but I digress...)

I guess you could say that I am in the middle of a big change in my life, where I have recently exited a long-(long-long-long-)term relationship and no longer have the kind of support and reassurance and comfort one gets from that, while simultaneously embarking on a brand-new career that is, by its very nature, very dynamic and ever-changing.  I have also tried to break some of my past habits, particularly those that prevent me from making spontaneous choices and enjoying the moment (I am, after all, every inch the judging introvert, as evidenced by my Myers-Briggs results).  Needless to say, my life has been very hectic, stressful, joyful, and rushed since I got off that plane from Mexico in February.  And I feel like I haven't quite caught my breath.

Which is why, to be honest, I don't have a proper answer when people say to me, "You're going to Buenos Aires?  That's great!  Are you psyched???"  I am actually too tired, too in the weeds, too much in the details, and too busy being spontaneous to even begin to think about an eventuality that won't even happen for two and a half more months.  Who has time to be excited for the expectation of Argentina?   Not me, my friends, not me.

So this is why, when my friend Andrew texted me on Saturday to say he was coming in from NYC (via Philly) to visit, I couldn't resist.  It is also why, when we were out for a drink at my neighborhood haunt Mandu and my friend Chasity texted to see what I was up to, I couldn't resist inviting her to join us.  And so we staid until closing at midnight, and then wandered up to some unknown bar in Adam's Morgan to have a few more drinks and dance like fools to the songs playing on the radio.  Because that is what you do when you're trying to enjoy the here and the now, and make the most of the time you have with the people you care about, stress be damned!  You stay up way past your bedtime, find yourself a hangover by Sunday morning, and just muddle on through to another day, another work week, another round of Spanish homework.

And occassionally you sit back on your heels for a moment, pause, and say, "Shit.  That was awesome."

Quickie update

The rest of March FLEW by.  I can hardly believe it's Easter. 

But here are a few things that happened since last we talked:

• I was apprised of my first assignment with the Foreign Service at our Flag Day ceremony on 3/12: Buenos Aires 2010, baby!
• Estee came out from NYC to be my proud mama at the Swearing-In ceremony at Main State on 3/19.  We had Korean for lunch with drinks, drinks after the ceremony at the reception on the waterfront in Georgetown, and then a bottle of wine with dinner at Marcel's.  I don't think Estee has ever been so stuffed full of food and alcohol in her life!
• My friend and colleague Sean hosted a Swearing-In cocktail party on 3/20.  Many of the things that happened that evening are best left forgotten, but a good time was had by all.  Party started at 7PM and I walked in my front door around 5:30AM. 
• The last full week of March was really tough for me, but I got through it with the help of some of my friends, both new and old.  A special shout-out goes to Marilyn, Katie, Jan, and Stephanie: group hug!
• There has been far too much drinking over the last two months so I am attempting a detox.  I have failed spectacularly at least twice in the last two weeks, but I am working on it.  Especially since the amount of money I have spent buying other people drinks could have bought me that new television by now.
• I have started the process of transitioning to Buenos Aires by meeting with my country desk team at Main State so I could be informed of the biggest issues on which I will be working as the new Economics Officer at post.  Let's just say that Argentina will provide it's share of challenges.
• On Tuesday, 3/30, I spent the 2nd night of Passover with friends in Falls Church, VA.  As tradition warrants, whenever I am in DC for the holiday, I am at Jeff & Liz's seder.  They recently purchased a new home in VA so it was the first seder at the new place!  There was excellent food, excellent company, random Sherer story-telling, and plenty of singing (my ox animal noises sounded like a dying cat, but I think that's part of the fun).
• I attended my first Shakespeare Theatre Group event on 3/31, with a viewing of Henry V at Harmon Hall.  It is one of the few Shakespeare plays I have never read and I think the cast did an excellent job of bringing it to life without making it dull.  Unfortunately, I also started a round of oral typhoid meds while there so I started feeling a little high during the first act.  Ah, typhoid!
• This past Friday was so beautiful that Sean and I decided an outside happy hour was mandatory.  We rounded up Marilyn for evening drinks on Marvin's rooftop deck and were pleasantly surprised to find that Marvin's was celebrating Marvin Gaye's birthday with a live band.  It was exactly what we wanted and needed.  So fun!  Then my landlord called to tell me that the street construction crew hit a water main for our building so I shouldn't expect water until midnight.  Clearly that meant I had to stay out until midnight.  More FS troops were rounded up for dinner and drinks at DC Noodles at around 10PM.  I left at midnight, because...
• Saturday was spent at the Cherry Blossom Festival!  AT SUNRISE.  Marilyn, Stephanie and I decided the best time of day to experience the cherry blossoms is sunrise, so up at 5:30AM it was.  We walked down to and around the tidal basin, taking in the cherry blossoms, the spring flowers, the FDR Memorial, the WWII Memorial, the Washington Monument, the PUPPIES!, the amateur photographers with their wieldy tripods and camera equipment, the Einstein statue, the Lincoln Memorial, and, finally, the California Grill for a much deserved breakfast.  We were back home by 9:30AM - Stephanie tells me we walked almost 10 miles.  Whew!

And today is Easter!  A group of us are heading to Sean's for an Easter BBQ, which should be very relaxed and awesome.  Until then, I am just trying to get everything together to be prepared for Monday and yet another week of Spanish training.  These days my life is chaotic and full and exhausting, but also wonderful and rich and exciting.  I have definitely had some really bad moments, a lot of anxiety, some drama, and some tears, but I am also doing everything I can to fully enjoy the here and now, to be a good friend, to make new friends, and to be the best Foreign Service Officer I can be.  Some day I'll take an accounting of all of this, but for now I'm just trying to enjoy the ride.

Select Southern Sayings for March

I have been derelict in my duty to keep you updated on all the southern sayings of the day, but I clearly have had too much to do with the new job to keep up with my Blog.  Hey, it happens...

So, without further ado, a few select sayings for the rest of March:

Stupidity
If dumb were dirt, he'd be about an acre.

If you're referring to the time you chewed out someone, you might say...
I preached his funeral.

When referring to someone who is uppity, you might say...
She's the honey, but the bees don't know it.

Serious problem
Now ain't this a fine howdy-do.

Stinginess
He's so tight that when he blinks, his toes curl.

A sweet talker
She can talk the legs off a table.

Southern sayings of the week

Like I've told a handful of people over the last few days, I feel like I'm burning the candle at both ends.  All I do these days is work, and then plan social events for coworkers.  Sleep has not been much of a priority.  Consequently, neither has the upkeep of my Blog. 

So, instead of your daily does of adorably quaint southern sayings, today you are getting the past week of them, free of charge:

Friday, Feb 26th (when I was drinking far too much for my single kidney on an empty stomach at Policy Bar with colleagues and, luckily, my friend Jan - whom was clearly tasked with taking me home when I walked up to him and said, "I am really not sober right now.  Take me home."):
Hothead
He could start an argument in an empty house.

Saturday, Feb 27th (when I was recovering from aforementioned over-drinking, then going out to dinner and a house party with my friends Ali and Joey, whom I met in Peru and whom were both visiting DC - Ali, to visit friends and Joey to close out his service with the Marine Corps) and Sunday, Feb 28th (when I was brunching with Ali and Joey and then packing for an offsite for work and cooking dinner for Marilyn while we watched the end of the U.S. Olympic hockey game):
Surprised
Well, tie me to an anthill and fill my ears with jam!

Monday, March 1 (when I was at The Woods in Hedgesville, West VA, completing challenges relating to the acquirement of one "torch of knowledge," and drinking at the resort bar from 4PM onwards - don't worry, I switched to water after 2 beers):
Complainer
He's so ungrateful, he'd gripe with a ham under each arm.

Tuesday, March 2 (when I had just returned from wild and wonderful West Virginia, got really pissed off at a friend of mine, stewed for an hour or so, and then went to a local Korean restaurant for dinner and drinks by myself - the bartender took pity on me and gave me a 3-1 free to paid drink ratio; don't worry, the problem more or less resolved itself by 1AM):
If someone is chewing you out, you might say...
Oh, don't get your tail up and stinger out!

Wednesday, March 3 (when I paid for my dry cleaning but accidentally left it in the store, took my little sister out for dinner, and had drinks with her and her boyfriend):
Unattractive
He's so ugly he gets hired to haunt houses.

Thursday, March 4 (when I attended a happy hour set up by the social committee with my colleagues at Four Courts in VA before jumping ship and watching the Caps/Lightning game at the Verizon Center with Ali, Joey and Scott - awesomeness!  We had seats right behind the Lightning penalty box.)
When you're talking about a person who acts as if he knows it all, you might say...
He thinks he's captain of the corn pile.

Friday, March 5 (when I attened yet another happy hour set up by the social committee with my colleagues, this time in DC, and then ate sushi and experienced some improv comedy at The Source):
Brother-in-law
He's as useless as a milk bucket under a bull.

And now, the weekend saying for Saturday, March 6 (while I am trying to clean up my apartment, do laundry, go grocery shopping, draft a speech for the public speaking portion of my orientation, and relax before either heading out to dinner with my friend, Jan, and/or attending a house party being thrown by my carpool driver, Max) and Sunday, March 7 (when I will be a lazy ass all day before entertaining some of my girlfriends with take-out and a screening of the Oscars):
Country Bumpkin
He lives so deep in the backwoods he thinks asphalt is a butt disease.

(As a side note, Estee: how the hell do you do it???  I finally know what it is like to be you, constantly working or thinking about work...and I seriously want to die.  Dude, who can survive on 4 or 5 hours of a sleep a night?!!!  I'm thinking my speech for class may actually start sounding like the screenplay for Dirty Dancing!)