California dreaming

What a very lovely time I've had in DC. I haven't done anything earth shatteringly exciting but it's been really fun: walked (especially with new dog Sofi), been to the gym, eaten good food, drank good wine, watched films and so on. Some of Trudi's friends are moving to Cambridge for a year (that's Harvard Cambridge not the hallowed towers of sleepy UK Cambridge) and had a leaving croquet party. As the lone Brit I was called upon to adjudicate and umpire: they didn't care that I've never played. Valuable lesson learnt there: you can say anything as long as you do it with assertion!

Trudi lives in Adam's Morgan which is a culturally diverse and hip place with loads of great restaurants (those that ask for ID excepted...) and walking distance from the centre, White House and so on. What it does have, however, is the fire station a few doors from Trudi's block and as she understatedly warned me, an enormous red X directly underneath the bedrooms which says, "have drunken row here". Still it's amusing to hear her at 4am hanging out of the window politely asking people if they can have their discussion about other wo/man / Bush/ X elsewhere. Sunday was Adam's Morgan day and the whole area was a carnival with bands, food, stalls, art, and as the primaries are coming up, lots of canvassing.


So I'm packed and almost ready for lunch at the 'amusingly' sixth form named Madam's Organ,"The Heart of Adam's Morgan" and off to Cal-i-for-ni-a.