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This month, we have met some very nice people.
First, at Uncle Peter & Aunt Nettie’s wedding, we were seated with a nice man with a nice camera and he took a picture of us and was kind enough to take another when I was not pleased with the unflattering position of my arm. More impressive, he kept to his word and sent us a copy of the photograph as promised.
Next, Rich bought a new suit and I found him a tailor – Gus from Gassane Tailors. Gus is so sweet and the suit maker to President George Dubya. If you need proof, just stop in and see the years of Christmas cards and photos of Gus with Dubya and the Mrs. that decorate the walls. If we had more time, he could have made Rich a custom suit too.
And finally, we found a printer to make us new business cards – George.. George is so patient and listened to my laundry list of likes and dislikes (based on botched batches of cards that we had received elsewhere). General Printing Inc made the best cards we’ve gotten yet – shame on you Vistaprint.
This weekend, we went out to the East Side Showroom and while we were nibbling on our sampler of a wedge of cheese, tablespoon of goat cheese, two mystery meats and four slices of pickles (or, one whole baby quartered), in came a marching band which was unusual and entertaining. There were tubas and trumpets, drums and tambourines and a washboard. At first I thought it was a Halloween party because of the outrageous costumes but I think they are professionals.
Also, my sunglasses saved my life. We were at Docs watching the UT game and I was standing under an awning and heard a loud clunk. It sounded like something had fallen on my head but I didn’t feel a thing. Then, when we went to leave, I took my sunglasses off the top of my head to put them on and they were majorly cracked – that could have been my head. Thank you sunglasses.
This week we went to Baltimore and had a crabby dinner at Obrycki’s. I thought I would be squeamish but I quickly got into the swing of things – stabbing em, cracking em, breaking em…Yum! I named my crab Chuck. We will call Rich’s…Captain Chuy.
While Rich was at his meeting, I took a drive to find some shopping and ended up in a plaza with a Target, Marshalls and Old Navy. Normally, I would have said serai and could have easily spent my 3 hours in the trio of retail spaces. But, upon a quick surveillance of the area, I locked the doors and moseyed on. I searched for shopping in the GPS and found The Shops at National Place which sounded right up my alley.
So I hit go and off I went. Ten minutes later, I was looking straight ahead at the capital building and then a few minutes later I drove by that tall monument. I was in DC! Traffic was horrendous and it was suddenly pouring outside but I was bound and determined to spend to stay and look around. Fast forward to “The Shops” – it is actually only one shop…a Filene’s. But it was fun to rummage around. And then it was time to go pick up Rich!