tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16921388509078921592012-02-16T18:47:17.311-05:00PrincessPat does DCThePrincessPathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05732472976196582486noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1692138850907892159.post-10152989009212181192007-07-29T09:46:00.000-04:002007-07-30T14:36:31.712-04:00

After volunteering for my Delegate to the Virginia State House on Tuesday, I was pretty much a loser for the rest of the week--I stayed in Wednesday and Thursday and did nothing but update my blog (not that that's bad) and watch the first season of The West Wing on DVD (ok, that's pretty sad).Friday was a different story, however. My friend Red declared that he wanted to see Harry Potter and the

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Since I didn't have any plans for Monday after work, I decided it might be a nice day to return the library books I checked out a year ago when I actually lived in the District. They were, uh, a little overdue. By about a year.*cough*After that, I just wasn't ready to go home yet, and began wandering around F. St., right there between Metro Center and Gallery Place. I window shopped at H & M,

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A friend of mine, whom I met through CrapBastard over St. Patrick's Day, works as a nurse in the area. Every once in a while, she gets a few days off, and we get together, usually we catch dinner somewhere and chat for a few hours. Last Saturday, we decided to meet half-way between our homes at Tysons Corner, get dinner at Gordon Biersch, and see "License to Wed" at the AMC theater there, and

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Let me tell you, I am a big Harry Potter fan and have been anticipating the release of the seventh book for quite some time. In fact, I pre-ordered it a few months ago, and for me, it was late because I even waited a few weeks after it was available for pre-order (big risk taker here, I know). To be honest, though, I've never been too interested in release parties. They seemed fun, but really not

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Monday, though I had planned to take a day off, I went into work. With The Planner not back to work yet and a fundraiser to set up (by the way-- did I mention my boss is giving me jobs other than answering the phone?!? YIPPEE!!!), I could not afford to take the day. Mom didn't mind-- she took the opportunity to explore the National Mall and the U.S Botanic Garden. We decided to meet up after my

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Sunday: Exhausted from our drive on Saturday, Mom and I slept in. I missed my Sunday "long" run, but decided I needed the sleep more than the two miles. Still groggy, we unloaded the car, whereupon I discovered that instead of the new (red!) microwave and Japanese screen I had paid my mom to buy, I instead received a box of children's books and the notes from my high school Spanish class. Lovely.

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I completely forgot to write about my experience in Adams-Morgan! The Sunday after The Planner's bachelorette party, I decided to go exploring boutiques. Specifically, I was interested in finding clothing that fit me (for more on this topic, see the entry on Lingerie Success).Most people know Adams-Morgan as an area with a plethora of restaurants, bars and clubs (oh, and Amsterdam Falafel and the

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Really short entry for Friday here. :) The Planner's wedding was just beautiful. She was gorgeous, the groom (a big tough guy) got teary as he said his vows, and best of all, The Planner--for whom moving around had been difficult due to recent illness--was able to walk down the aisle to meet her now-husband at the altar.The ceremony was--and I'm not lying--15 minutes long. And then we all got

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I was up at an ungodly early time last Thursday to catch my flight to Detroit for The Planner's wedding. Lugged my two suitcases and carry-on bag to the bus stop, onto the bus, dragged them into the metro, onto the train, off the train, and finally through the airport. Can I tell you how much I hate traveling with more than a carry-on? Argh.I got to Detroit and finally picked up my rental car.

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On Tuesday, I dropped The Planner and the soon-to-be Mr. Planner off at the airport. While I was busy on Monday, bra shopping and getting presents, The Planner received a call from her doctor's office with her diagnosis results. It was not the diagnosis she was hoping for, so after her wedding, she'll be going to a world-renowned medical center near her parents home to a second opinion. Keep your

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Let me be very honest here...my reason for finding an upscale lingerie shop was not just to get underwear for The Planner in honor of her upcoming wedding. No, it was more selfish than that--I desperately needed to be fitted for a bra.Every since I began training for longer-distance races - 10Ks and longer--I've been putting in anywhere from 9 - 16 miles per week, on average. Consequently, I have

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But in the meantime, I wanted to put out a blurb about an info session TONIGHT at Buzz Bakery in Alexandria. Justin Wilson, Democratic candidate for Alexandria City Council will be at Buzz to talk about what his plans are if elected to the Alexandria City Council. If you are an Alexandria resident, this will provide you with a great opportunity to make sure you are heard. And it's FREE (I'm a big

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One of the best things about being friends with The Planner is that she is awfully forgiving of others' lack of planning. Take, for instance, me-- the girl who had every intention of bringing a bachelorette party present...and didn't (whoops!) The Planner didn't mind - she was just happy I was there to help eat the massive amounts of food, and to sit by the pool and gossip. It was a great party-

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This morning, faced with the prospect of needing to get something for The Planner for bachelorette party, I set off to Old Town Alexandria in search of a particular lingerie shop. Unfortunately, the lingerie shop is no longer there (dammit), and I couldn't find anything I could use to cobble together a gift. I feel extra bad about this because I missed both bridal showers, I haven't yet gotten

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I've decided that while it's good to get out, it's good to stay in from time to time, too. Girl's gotta do laundry, after all, which is exactly what I did on Thursday. Well, that, and I started this blog. I even watched a little TV, which I haven't done in months.Little bit about me: I am more than a little uncomfortable with the idea of spending my life watching other people live theirs;

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Wednesday, I resolved to do nothing useful or productive until 5:00PM EST, and it was everything I ever thought it would be. Truly a glorious Fourth of July. After my workout, I stopped by McDonald's and got a Bacon, Egg & Cheese sandwich with one of their crispy hash brown cakes. Heaven. I consider my workout to have been neither useful nor productive purely due to the McDonald's stop. Then I

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So this week's been a bit easier - no more breakdowns, and I'm beginning to feel a bit more normal!The Planner is at home, and we're still waiting on a diagnosis. Please keep your fingers crossed, send her good vibes, and pray to the God/god/deity/life force of your choice that we hear something good!Techie doesn't like to talk about himself (he erroneously thinks that if he doesn't talk about it

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To make a long story short, the week of June 25 was one tough week. I discovered that my ex-boyfriend, who I had dearly loved, had been seeing his current girlfriend for around 2 months before he and I broke up. Lovely. Then, I learned that one of my good friends (we'll call him Techie) has 3 tumors, one of which may be inoperable (and that's the one that has cancer). My best friend, The Planner,

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I've been wanting to do a blog like this since I moved to the DC area almost 2 1/2 years ago, but could never really get up the motivation to begin. When I was a concierge working at a luxury hotel downtown, I thought how wonderful it would be to explore my amazing new city and report my wanderings on a blog devoted to the cause. Sadly, in the hospitality industry, time is a premium commodity.

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