An Instagram Evening: Cinco de Mayo Edition

I've transferred my allegiance from Hipstamatic to Instagram. Even though Hipstamatic does have "hip" in the name. Instagram just has more options.

I took all these photos on Cinco de Mayo. Which is in fact completely unrelated to the subject of the photos.

I will keep you abreast of the construction progress on the new D.C. Shake Shack (!). No need to move to NYC now...

Joe's former coworker's magnificent koi pond. It's like a secret garden in the city. I was mesmerized by those fish! Some koi facts: they can weigh 30 pounds and live more than 125 years. It's true, I just fact-checked it. One of the rare koi in this pond is white and has a perfect red dot on his forehead, symbolizing the Japanese flag.

Exploring different Instagram filters.

I couldn't even keep a goldfish alive!

One of the coolest house numbers I've ever seen - metal cutouts of the numbers illuminated from within.

Sweetlife Festival in Review

I must actually be an optimist, because no matter how many times I've been rained on in general admission at outdoor shows, I still buy lawn tickets. An optimist or a cheapskate.

Won't it be nice to picnic on the grass with friends, I think, as I click "purchase." All other occasions when I've sat huddled under a garbage bag to keep out the rain have disappeared from my mind.

Even on Sunday when I was getting ready for the Sweetlife Festival, I looked at the weather and saw a 20% chance of rain. Yay, it won't rain, I decided, specifically choosing to bypass umbrellas. 20% equals 0% for me. Thankfully, Joe convinced me to bring a raincoat.

But even though of course it rained, a steady drizzle that turned into bona ride miserable storm the festival was still fun. Towards the end, the rain disappeared so the crowd could thoroughly enjoy Lupe Fiasco, Girl Talk and The Strokes.

The first two of those acts got panned in the Post, but out in the muddy lawn seats, everyone seemed to be having fun. That's all Girl Talk is about, having fun. Dancing like a maniac with thousands of people doing the same. Also confetti and balloons. There's nothing deeper to it than that. Music purists may be appalled by Girl Talk - 30 second clips of music strung together for the ADD generation. Why listen to an entire concert of one artist when you can listen to the best of 60 artists' work crammed into one hour?

I argue that Girl Talk doesn't equal the apocalypse for pop music. I watched the same crowd get just as jazzed for The Strokes and they are about as classic rock and roll as you'll get in 2011. The two can sit together, in harmony, on the same festival lineup.

Capital Bike Share & Thoughts about Thorny Political/Gentrification Issues

Like 8,000 other people, I bought the $40 Living Social deal for the Capitol Bikeshare. I feel like this key is such a status symbol now. The must-have yuppie accessory.

It's a perfect idea, though. Futuristic, even - the iPhone app has been great for seeing which bikes/docks are available. The bike sort of feels like a toy and you can't go very fast, but it's solid and so easy to use. It's a great tool to have in your non-automobile transportation arsenal.

If you can't tell, I'm sold. I've decided this is the way to travel. My poor Fuji remains in the basement, waiting for a tuneup.

I was riding a Bikeshare bike to H street to check out the $12 ramen place, possibly tweet about it - so trendy, right... As I rode down the street, I thought, "Wow, this is so pleasant....Aaaaaah!!" That was sound on repeat in my head as the bike wheel lodged itself in the trolley track on the street.

Rookie H Street mistake! I clutched the handlebars like a sea captain at the helm in a squall, careening wildly. "This is not good," was all I could think as I tried to right the bike, a look of panic surely on my face, but somehow I avoided crashing. I tried to ride off and pretend everything was cool, but a few passersby saw the whole thing. They probably keep a running tally of bikers felled by the trolley tracks.

OK, next time I'll know, stay far far away from the tracks.

Closing thoughts: I'm proud that D.C. is putting time and money into investing in this new technology and really helping it take off. The Bikeshare makes the city so accessible - everything seems within a quick bike ride. All this week, though, I've been reading about crime on the Prince of Petworth blog - shootings and stabbings during the day in crowded places like the Columbia Heights metro station, the National Zoo and 14th and V.

It's so easy to navigate D.C. streets now, but what's the point if you don't feel safe while doing so? I understand that I chose to leave Fairfax and live in the city, and I can't expect it to be as safe as the suburbs. I believe that it's not asking too much for citizens to be able to walk in broad daylight in high-traffic areas without witnessing an act of violence or God forbid, being involved. I don't know the answers to these complicated problems, but I think we should care about a basic level of civility and safety and we should expect our elected leaders to do the same.

5k Slog

I ran my 2nd race on Friday, a 5k in Crystal City. If I had run this 5k first, I would never ever have run the 10 mile race. The 5k seemed harder, for some reason. It was raining the whole time. I stomped in puddles, with my $6 Forever 21 red dress purchased for the Red Dress Run hidden behind my raincoat.

Plus the pace was so much faster and I am not a fast runner. A fat Labrador wearing a red t-shirt passed me at one point.

Here's me looking sad in a pic posted with my results (29:09 minutes, way better than my high school gym class 11 minute miles). In the end, I was glad I tried it and finished. Phew! On to the next.

Here are the girls I was struggling to keep up with:

Linda in fierce mode!

Earth Day 2011

A few weekends ago, I volunteered at my office's river cleanup event at Gravelly Point Park. Everyone picked up a pair of gloves and a grabber-picker-upper-thingy (as seen on TV). I looked around and all I saw was pristine park land. "Do we even need to be here? Is this all for show?" I thought as I picked up individual cigarette butts off the ground to look busy.

Then we got closer to the river - plastic and glass bottles dotted the shore line, along with all sorts of debris. A small patch of woods nearby looked like this:

Disheartening, to say the least. Why do people walk away and leave their trash without a second thought? Maybe they think, "Oh, those helpful corporate volunteers will clean this bottle up next year. No worries."

The woods near Hains Point must be a party spot. I felt like an archaeologist. I would clean up a pile of Heineken bottles, below that there would be remnants of the Corona era. Then a layer of leaves, and I'd discover the Coors Light eon. Artifacts from parties past.

Joe's Apartment: Denouement

Breaking news! Joe got a couch!

That sentence implies he took an active role in the acquiring of said couch. To be more specific, a generous benefactor gifted a nice little loveseat to the basement apartment. My pro-couch campaign did not factor into this victory at all.

This is a huge step forward. Looks great, huh? I'm worried about what we will have to talk about now though. My complaining about the lack of a couch was always a good fallback for conversational lulls.

Me (while sitting on the couch): "What am I going to bitch about now?"