Georgetown

It goes without saying, but Georgetown really is beautiful. Look closely in the window there, above the arch. A pony statue, what a nice touch!

Moments after I took this picture, I attempted to bike back home. I wrote about how I've been biking a lot, but I never said I was good at it. I'm not the best - I have a lot of trouble starting from a stop. In this particular instance, I was on the sidewalk trying to go up a hill, and I guess the gear was too high because I was so wobbly and close to falling over. Then I heard a voice from behind me say, "Need a push?"

It was a friendly dog walker, and she pushed on my bike's rear rack until I could get going again. Much like you would do for a toddler on a Big Wheel.

So Close, Yet So Far

This happened awhile ago, but it's too good not to mention.

My awesome friend Prudence told me a story: her husband mentioned that he'd seen her coworker Adele in passing.

"Adele has short hair, doesn't she?" he asked Prudence.

She said, yes, sure.

"And she wears glasses?" Uh huh.

"And she's sort of average height?" Yep.

[Pause]

"She's black, right?"

Guess we don't really know each other all that well.

Because the Recipe Is There

Baking is like Mount Everest for me. Half of the time I don't even really want the dessert, I just want to see if I can make it. And many times, the answer is: no. I made brownies recently and they were burnt on the outside, while simultaneously not done on the inside. My friend Debie helpfully suggested that I change the name to Molten Lava Cake. This is why she's in advertising.

The Long Arm of the Law

When I moved to the city, I gave my car to my dad. He has primary custody of the Civic now, but I borrow it back on occasion. I hadn't driven in about 3 months, and my first afternoon with the car, I got pulled over in my neighborhood for an illegal turn. I was so clueless - at first I thought the police officer was waving at me, but that wasn't the case.

I sat parked on the side of the street for about 10 minutes, pondering my stupidity while the officer ran my license or whatever it is they do to make you wait. He walked back to the car and asked me why I made that turn during rush hour. I told him I don't usually drive and that I was borrowing my dad's car. Here is the rest of our conversation:

Police Officer: Why don't you have a car?

Me: Because of incidents like this.

Well, he laughed. And I got away with a warning!

What are the chances that the police officer would have the same sense of humor as me? Unbelievable. Thanks, Officer, you are the coolest cop ever!