I met some friends last night for a few rounds of darts. We used to play every week, but after a couple of months that sort of faded as peoples’ schedules got busy. But people were free so we hooked up for Monday Night Football, darts and beer. Two hours later I had a vauge notion that Green Bay was covering the spread, and a more precise notion that we’d run up a substantial tab.

We walk-stumbled to Julias Empanadas, only to find that the place was closed. Closed on a Monday night? Jumbo slice pizza it was, and I woke up with tomato stains on my shirt. Good start to the day.

I called the D.C. Public Library about exhibiting some of my photographs. The conversation went like this:

“We only do solo exhibits if the work is of great quality.”
[pause.]
“Ok.”

I mean, really, what do you say to that?

“What type of work is it?”
“Street photography.”
“And what type of work would you want to exhibit?”
[pause]
“Photography.”

I love my city…