Je suis arrivez!
I have arrived safely in our finest of Capitals, our Nation's capital, Washington, D.C. Upon arriving at Union Station I was greeted by the sign: Welcome to Washington, A Capital City.
A Capital City? Amongst how many? Isn't it THE Capital city? Is there another one? Have I been duped into believing that this is the seat of our Federal Government? Should I be in Mount Vernon? Philadelphia, perhaps? This would lend credence to all conspiracy addicts that there is indeed a puppet government, and that the real people in charge are secreted away somewhere. But I digress.
Got onto the Metro (known to the rest of the civilized world as the subway, but smelling much less of urine) and headed out to Woodley Square. There I was met by the Arrival Committee.
Also known as my nephew, Kilee. Now, Kilee is not technically my nephew, but his mother and I have been friends for so long that we consider ourselves family. When Kilee was really little, and he only spoke Turkish, he used to call me Brenda Teyze. Which, if it's not obvious, means Aunt Brenda.
So Kilee escorted Aunt Brenda and her umpteen billion bags of luggage up to the apartment where I finally got to relax and have some delicious coffee and make Jules late for work.
After finally catching some sleep between 1 and 5:30, I woke to pizza and chocolate vodka. And there was much yummyliciousness and conversation to be had. And lots of Pixar movies with my other nephew, the film critic, Torre. (Yes, as in Joe Torre.)
Not quite the full cast of characters yet, but there is more to come. Right now, however, I am about to succumb to that beautiful sweetness of sleep, and perhaps, if I'm lucky, I will finally convert to a day schedule after being done with my last film for almost a month now.
A Capital City? Amongst how many? Isn't it THE Capital city? Is there another one? Have I been duped into believing that this is the seat of our Federal Government? Should I be in Mount Vernon? Philadelphia, perhaps? This would lend credence to all conspiracy addicts that there is indeed a puppet government, and that the real people in charge are secreted away somewhere. But I digress.
Got onto the Metro (known to the rest of the civilized world as the subway, but smelling much less of urine) and headed out to Woodley Square. There I was met by the Arrival Committee.
Also known as my nephew, Kilee. Now, Kilee is not technically my nephew, but his mother and I have been friends for so long that we consider ourselves family. When Kilee was really little, and he only spoke Turkish, he used to call me Brenda Teyze. Which, if it's not obvious, means Aunt Brenda.
So Kilee escorted Aunt Brenda and her umpteen billion bags of luggage up to the apartment where I finally got to relax and have some delicious coffee and make Jules late for work.
After finally catching some sleep between 1 and 5:30, I woke to pizza and chocolate vodka. And there was much yummyliciousness and conversation to be had. And lots of Pixar movies with my other nephew, the film critic, Torre. (Yes, as in Joe Torre.)
Not quite the full cast of characters yet, but there is more to come. Right now, however, I am about to succumb to that beautiful sweetness of sleep, and perhaps, if I'm lucky, I will finally convert to a day schedule after being done with my last film for almost a month now.
posted by Brenda at 12:32 AM
1 What'd you say?
Torre rocks New Balance? Attaboy.
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