met my old friend john for the first time since darjeeling, remodeling a family home. we walked across north capitol with an o to h street for trendy ramen, another night biked strobe lamp blind across the potomac past reagan airport for last calls of both naan and blue line trains back to u street. searches included: nogs other than egg, mongers other than fish iron whore. answers: cheese, fear, hog nog (bacon). we agreed that "jay-walking is illegal" would make a good t-shirt, also that ordering a pumpkin spice latte and finding a slice of pumpkin pie in your cup would be surprising.
typed out "slart" confusing slide and chart, jfyi.
met archana on the northeast corner of federal hill, i confused seagulls for fleet week bombers and we counted taco-themed paraphernalia.
"these churros don't have cream inside" "you're thinking of cannoli"
10/18