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Damn, I fell behind on my journal. That means I’ve got to recall more of what happened since Tuesday morning. Geez, the recall should be easy, but I like the play by play, and when days go by its harder to recall exactly what happened each day. I prefer the play by play, so lets try starting where I left off. Tuesday, warm, sunny, and full of luck, so to speak. After writing I went and took my Physics final. It turned out to be rather easy. I mean stupendously easy! I knew it was going to be easy, and that is why I put a whole 2 hours of studying in for it. It turned out to be two short essays, and I wrote about Nuclear Bombs in response to the "what aspect of physics do you feel affects you the most?" I explained that we live in perpetual fear of annihilation thanks to physics. The second essay I wrote about the Big Bang and Gamow. Since the Prof. Is writing a biography on Gamow I knew I couldn’t go wrong. I did learn a lot in the class, but it was really easy nonetheless. After the joyous ending of physics 008, I got some food, came back to my room and called up Laurie to organize a study session for our Remote Sensing class. I had been remotely sensing her for awhile, and I was finally able to check out her place. Its so nice! I wish I had the funds to stay in efficiency like hers. It has an amazing view looking out west, and you can even see the Potomac river! I brought over my belated birthday gifts, a electric mix CD of nothing but chill grooves and an "around the world" mix of tunes from, as you guessed it, around the world. It turns out that she really loved the CDs :-) So I got over there and we started to study, and I looked over her little makeshift flash cards. After about 30 minutes of study & chit chat, she announced that she was going to take a nap. So I silently studied at the foot of her bed as she played sleeping beauty. After about 45 minutes she bounded out of bed with a grin and we studied for a few more minutes whereupon she announced that she was going to get some food, and in the process said that she wanted to go alone. Slightly confused, I let her go get sushi (Ohhh I wanted some!) without any fight. I made my way back to my room studied for a little longer and went to the park for some sunset yoga. Later in the evening I began working on my report for the GPS fieldwork exercise. I started chatting with a few new friends from the party the week prior. A girl named Margo invited me over to her place to have some fun with her and her friends in the hot tub. I probably would have had a lot of fun, but instead I chose to look up her address on MapQuest, and then use the Terrabrowser program to find a satellite image of her house. And in the spirit of Remote Sensing, I decided to find what Latitude & Longitude my house in Ballwin, MO was- Lat: 38.59677 / Long: -90.56633 and what the coordinates were for Camp Chief Ouray- Lat: 39.98385 / Long: -105.92734 I thought it was pretty cool to see what the places looked like probably when the photographs were taken (I think in the 1970s!) Around 4am, I went to sleep. I finished the report in the morning and spent the rest of the midday studying for the exam. Around 3pm, I left my dorm and went to the class room for some extra study help. And around 4pm, Laurie arrives wearing a cute blue top and a matching scarf in her hair, she also had some gummi bears for us to share. The final exam also turned out to be atrociously easy! I finish with an hour, and make my way back to my room to wait for a phone call from Laurie. Our plan was to go to the Brikskeller for some Laurie-Nik time celebration. It turned out to be a lot of fun. We chatted about everything, as usual, and enjoyed the wide selection of beer that the Brickskeller offers (Guinness Book of World Records holder!). We ate fries and a salad, just enjoyed each other’s company. In the process of our conversation we both mentioned in matter-of-fact terms that we were both interested in each other, and I explained my feelings on how last Saturday turned out with Rob & myself. It felt good being able to discuss things like that without remotely sensing any weirdness! The plan was to make it into a full evening of Laurie-Nik time, but after the Brickskeller she opted to walk home alone. Again, confused, and rather sad, I wished her happy walking, and made my way home. I was hoping to make her dinner and then take her out to Red for some dancing. Alas, my plans did not pan out. Her cryptic attitude confused me, but I could see that she had a lot that she had been thinking about, and I had no business prying into her personal time. So I went home made dinner and around 11:30pm, made my way to Red at the exact moment my Greek goddess friend Christina and her crew were arriving. I love perfect timing, more came later… Christina was with her new beau Gerard, who seemed like a nice guy, but not as attractive as I had expected, Alex, another Greek, whom I’ve known for sometime because he’s also a DJ- he had a crew called "Foggy Bottom Breakbeats" I always loved the name. There was also another GWU girl named Dal. We all arrived and the place was empty, but around 1:15pm when we left it was a little more packed. I had a good time dancing. I love the smooth DnB at Red! I hope the club night continues through the summer so I can come back to that when I get back in DC! So I leave at 1:15am after getting my groove on for a little bit. I arrive home at the perfect time- not a minute too late or early per se, because Laurie is leaving a heartfelt message on my machine. She had just woken up with an epiphany, and she had realized she wasn’t ready to become friends with me at the time (hence her cryptic attitude) and she really glad that did meet me and that she looks forward to being friends with me over time. It really made my night. The synchronicity of the phone call also made it more poignant, because I was able to pick up the phone as I walked into my room and chat with her about it all. It really solidified my feelings toward her as someone who I can see being friends with for a long time. With a smile on my face, I went to bed after the phone call. We made plans for Friday night and I was rather excited about the prospect of more Laurie-Nik together time. Thursday ended up being a wash for the most part. Rained in the morning. I didn’t really do much the whole day. Just one of those Nik days which fall under the radar. At dusk I did another short yoga practice, but was interrupted by some alpha male Frisbee. Later in evening I bought some beer and in the process of trying to find something to do, I invited a girl I met from the party last weekend over to my cave. It wasn’t supposed to be romantic in any way, just a get to know ya a little better evening. I made myself a quick dinner of sautéed green peppers and onions in a curry vindaloo sauce with rice. It was mighty tasty! When Joanne came over I offered her some and she, like it seems with most of my meal guests, ate a few bites, said it tasted great, but did not finish the plate. Grrrr. I ended up showing her a bunch of my videos, random video clips, and various photos. I learned about what she is doing on June 1st, that being her new job as a research analyst for Cambell-Hill Aviation Group. Sounded cool for the most part. I showed her the damning pictures of the explosives still on board all planes. Maybe she can fix the problem, before someone takes advantage of the weakness. Afterwards, I burned her a ride home CD, and she left. I had already polished off the rest of the beer and fell asleep rather quickly. Woke up rather ho-hum. It was raining. Went back to sleep. Woke up again, turned on the idiot box, and tried to figure out my plan of action for the day and weekend. As I was writing Laurie an E-mail she called. Its so funny how many times things like that have happened to us in the last two weeks. One time I’d be calling her right as she was thinking about me, or she’d call me right before I was to pick up the phone to call her, or even when I walked in at the perfect moment on Wednesday night. Well we setup a plan for the evening- drinks somewhere, and maybe dancing. I made some food, and after that went off to the Critical Mass bike ride. I was sad to see only about 7 people show up, but with the rain from the morning, I could see how many people were not interested. We ended up riding down to the ghetto aka the projects. We visited a boarded up youth rec center that been closed due to lack of funds. As our group of all white cyclists made our way K St SE around 3 & 4th st. we were yelled at by an old man saying "what are you doing here?" I was amazed at the community there. Everyone was sitting around talking, a drug deal was taking place, and it seemed everyone knew each other. Its funny thing about the low income housing, it seems there is more community there than in the suburbs, yet there is also the most violence and the most poverty. Only two blocks away north under highway 295 was a completely different story. A completely gentrified Capitol hill living area. I think that is one thing I’ve learned the most about doing the CM rides is gentrification- the process of restoring and upgrading deteriorated urban property by middle-class or affluent people, often resulting in displacement of lower-income people. I see it going on all around DC, and it makes me sad for the most part. I’d love to own some of the dilapidated buildings and upgrade them, but instead of selling them off to a highest bidder, allow the place to be used for the community good. If I only had the money… All in all, the ride was a lot of fun as usual. After the ride I called up Laurie to finalize the plans, it turned out that she was tired was going to take a nap. The Matrix was on TV so I opted to call her when it was over. Eventually, I made my way over to her place around 11pm. I brought with me more of the same type of gifts- 3 music CDs (the news Adbusters CD, High Contrast CD, and John Tabs CD) and 2 data CDs (One containing all the videos I made along with GNN videos, Adbusters Jam of the Day videos, Da Ali G Show clips, and the full size pictures of her birthday party). She had gotten her hair cut short earlier in the day, and I absolutely loved the new hair cut, she looked amazing! I put in a new CD and showed her some of the videos as we attempted to figure out where we were going to go. We ended up deciding on Adams Morgan. So began walking around 11:30pmish and after we passed through Dupont Circle we began to hold hands. She remarked on how our hands fit nicely together. It was cute and so true. We decided on stopping at Tryst, which was ironic because that was the place that Serena took my mom on their night out in DC, the same night my mom got her belly button pierced! Prior to arriving at Tryst, we ran into Gerard and Alex. Which was ironic because she would have met them on Wednesday, but the bigger irony was that she and Gerard had the same relatively rare phone. I could delve deeper into the chance encounter but I’ll say that it was meant to happen, although little came out of it but a better sense that we were supposed to be at Adams Morgan. After arriving at Tryst, we got a seat next to the window ordered our drinks (Chocolate Martini for myself, and a Creamsicle Martini for her) and a brownie. We sat at the table and chatted for over an hour. I showed her my stomach for some reason, and drooled, I got a kick out of it! After our drinks we migrated to the couch nearby and she draped her legs over mine and put her arm around me. It honestly felt like I’d known her for years. I hadn’t been so comfortable with a woman since Mariel. And with it all being so new again, yet so surprisingly comfortable, it felt great. Eventually, after non-stop chatting we decided to make our way back to the campus. As we made our way out of Tryst she laid down the law so to speak and said that she was not interested in making out or sex tonight, I got a kick out her frankness, and felt relieved that it wasn’t expected. Along the way, she gave me an impromptu back massage on the sidewalk as strangers passed by. I love how she has no regard for what other people think, I value this quality in anyone who loves to life in the moment, and that back massage completely validated the quality in her. I can see she and I doing some fun and festive events together sometime in the future. Near Dupont Circle she stopped and asked for a hug. It was one of the best hugs I’ve ever had. It must have looked like something out of the movies. There we were on the sidewalk in full embrace as people passed by, it was great. And it was such a different feeling at the same time. I’ve never passionately hugged anyone so tall before, and I was again amazed at how well we fit. I walked with my arm around her soft slender waist to DuPont Circle, where we stopped and sat on a bench and talked for another 20 minutes. Then we made out way down Connecticut Ave. and about a block away from 5 it was my turn to give the massage. She even gave me some advice! I never like giving massages because I never know what I’m doing right or wrong, but on my first try she gave me a better insight, and I’ll take that with me forever. We walked by 5 and then around to M st, where we opted to get some grub at McDonalds. It has been a random running joke with her about not ever getting to eat fast food enough. I’m guessing she didn’t have many chances to eat it when she was growing up, while I on the other hand at it about once a week. I still get a charge of her theatrics when she sees a McDonalds billboard. She ordered a small yogurt parfait, and I ordered fries and a chocolate sundae. For $3.26 that was cheapest I’d spent on something in a long time! We walked to another park nearby and continued our conversation, which had never really stopped the entire night (minus about 30 seconds after the first bear hug) Upon leaving the park we gave each other another massive hug, and this time returned my shoulder nibble! I can’t wait to hug her again! And then we made our way back to her building where we said goodbye. All I can say is- what a great date. Probably the best I’ve ever been on. It put my Valentines date to shame, although that one was fun, this one seemed so much more special. I think it’s because Laurie and I have a lot in common and we have so much to say to each other. I am sad that this is my fin de semester and I’m leaving her and all the potential between us. Yet her epiphany holds true, I think she and I have the potential to remain friends for a long time. I also think that she might be torn between the ambiguous relationship with Rob and the short fun that we had. I still want to spend a little more time with her before I leave, but I see her possibly wanting to distance herself from me at the same time. It might be easier to do that, but I feel that we can have fun in the meantime, and have all summer to correspond our feelings. I haven’t been this excited about someone in a long time, yet I’m sad that it going to be so short lasted. Today has been a continuous recall of last night, it was one of those evenings that I wish would have lasted forever. I hope that she come over tonight so I can start dismantling my room! I want her to see the month of time I took to decorate my little cave, just so she knows my decorating capabilities. Yes there is an air of hubris there, but I’d just like to show my space to someone I like. Well it looks I’ve written plenty, and my recall of the week was better than I expected. Now I need to study and start to pack. Hopefully I’ll have a houseguest tonight.

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Man I’ve got about a week left here in DC, and I don’t feel ready to leave. I feel like there is so much I need to get done. Ahhhhh! I need to finalize my storage plans, get my classes all squared away, and just feel ready to leave…And I don’t yet. The beauty of Colorado is looming over the horizon… Anyways, Saturday was a lot of fun! Laurie’s birthday bar crawl was a rocking time. Saturday afternoon around 5pm, I met up with her, Rob, Kelly, and her other birthday companion Saira. Both Saira & Laurie were dressed really nicely, and both looking like super models (for real!). Its nice hanging out with woman who are 5’10 :-) They both looked absolutely gorgeous! We started at Froggy Bottom Pub, then we walked to DuPont Circle to go to probably the best bar in the world, the Brickskeller (which carries over a thousand beers in stock!!!) where we all bought different drinks and played pass the cup so we could all try different types of beer (thank God no one was sick!) I drank some tasty stouts- I wish they were sold around here, aside from Guinness. I took a lot of fotos at the Brickskeller. From there we walked to Lauriel Plaza, that restaurant that I have ate with my family members a few times before. We get there and the place is packed, and there wait was around an hour. On top of the two stouts I had already drank, I had another two more mugs full of frozen margarita slush while waiting, and about this time I was feeling rather tipsy. I gorged myself on their homemade chips & salsa. We finally got seated and I ordered paella (yumm!) but I was so tipsy that I hardly remember eating it, and worse, I forgot to take the doggy bag with me :-( After dinner Rob lead us to a few different bars, which were rather packed, and eventually we found a bar that the girls could dance at. It was fun watching them dance to butt music. I just took pictures :-) Throughout the night Laurie was showing all the signs of interest in Rob, and I found no problem with that, it wasn’t my business, I feel as if she is the type of woman that plays the field without really playing people. If I were her, I do that as well, she can choose from any man she wants, so why not have fun with them all? It keeps the power balance in her favor. Yet I wasn’t expecting her to take my hand and put it on her soft leg during the cab ride home, I didn’t complain, maybe she was drunk too, but the small sign of physical affection was nice. I just thought it was funny because I felt that she was digging Rob the whole night. I’m not confused at all, just entertained, it was a good time. I slept soundly, but wishing I had a snuggle partner. Sunday, was a wash for the most part. One of those all too frequent days where I don’t really speak to anyone, not by my choosing per se, but simply because of my location and my situation. I spent much of the morning working on the photos from the night before, which turn out to be a lot of fun. There are some really choice shots of everyone. Taking pictures of Saira & Laurie makes me want to be a fashion photographer! I put them on my webpage and E-mailed the link the ladies. Around mid-day, I decided to go back to the park and do some yoga. It felt good, I just need to keep doing it and I desperately need to quit smoking. I think a fast is in order. I can’t wait! I’m thinking no food for three days would be a start. I need to start purifying myself. A little later on in the evening, I ordered some Papa Johns pizza, which I haven’t done all year. It was okay, tasted good and made a good Monday morning breakfast. I ended up staying up a lil too late on Monday night lollygagging my time on working on my preloader for my website- but I fixed it! And also slimmed down the page over 300K by taking off files that were not being used from the library, which I hadn’t realized were compiled. Yeah, 500K to 150K is so much better for the dialup kru. Monday turned out to be a lot like Sunday with the exception of the evening. Not much studying went on tho :- For some reason I can hardly get my ass to do it! Damn! I did however write the beginning of a press release for the Love Parade DC 04 and sent it to Adam, who responded later saying that he really really liked it. I’m excited. It looks like we might meet up later this week and discuss it. Monday evening I went to the new DC IMC space and attended my first meeting. I would have gone to one before, but I’ve always had class during the meetings. This meeting however was full of old news and dragged on forever. In a way I’m glad its the only meeting I’m going to attend until September, however I’d still like to be apart of the process of the IMC organization. I know when I return the place will be completely operational, which I find exciting. I look forward to volunteering my time there in the future. The space itself is really nice. I hope it allows the media collective to grow and prosper. After the meeting I rode my bike back home, wasted some time on the computer, and attempted to study for the final I have in a few hours. I’m not too worried about the exam tho. I think I’ll be able to BS pretty well, but its time to start studying for it. After the exam, its going to be nothing but remote sensing, which I hope to study with Laurie tonight. I made her a few CDs for her birthday and I want to give them to her. I spent a lot of time Sunday evening making sure that the mix sounded well and all the tracks flow well. I really hope she likes it because I doubt she realize the time I spent on them. I’m hoping she likes the ‘chill’ CD enough that she puts in when she’s got a man over <grin> To me its one of those CDs that’s nothing but chill sexy grooves. I hope she feels the same way. Anyways, its time to read about the general theory of relativity. I hope tonight is fun, studying hopefully not by myself. I want to study with her. Fingers crossed. We’ll see.

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Friday turned out to be a great day from start to finish. Ideas exchanged, friends made, and better outlook obtained, what more could one ask for? I spent some time in the morning watching the various videos I had downloaded while copying the rest of the CDs I have obtained from the radio station. After that I had a great time chatting with Nancy over IM. She has some really good ideas and I very glad to have befriended her. After lunch, the last of my expensive spaghetti, I called Laurie and chatted a bit, and told her that I was going to go outside and do some yoga. I think I’m going to do that again when I done typing as well :-) I also said I’d show up at her work to say hello. So I changed into some more loosely fitting clothes, found my large fleece blanket, took off my shoes, and made my way to the park. It was sunny, warm, and the ground was firm. I opened the blanket in the center of the park (which is straddled by the eastbound & westbound lanes of E st) and began doing tree pose. It felt good. I kind of get a kick out of doing something so publicly. There I am half naked in the middle of a park with business as usual happening around me. I like it that way though. One of my yoga instructors said the best place to meditate was in a busy place because you have more distractions to quell. So about 45 minutes into my practice, two beefy baseball players notice that there are two attractive women sunning themselves behind me on the periphery of the park. So they decide its time to play catch, and of course I am in the way. So as I’m balancing, I hear the repetitive sound of the ball hitting the leather mitt. And I listen to their dialog, it made me realize why I have so few male friends like that. After doing a handstand, one asked me if I was doing yoga, and simply nodded my head. I should have asked if he wanted to try, but I think that might have been a little to forward. About a half an hour later the girls leave, and so do the beefy guys. At the end of every practice I feel slightly more flexible, and it feels good. I returned back to my room, answered my odd craving for bubbly sugar water (which after a few months of abstinence has returned), and then proceeded to make my way to Dupont Circle for the Critical Mass bike ride. With the weather so nice out, there were about 25 folks who showed up to ride. I was really happy to see Adam come out and show up. I like the way that he has an unofficial leadership role in the group. I can tell how he is respected among his peers. Our route led us to the Burmese Embassy where there was small protest going on, much like the Free Tibet protest of last week. From there we made our way around down to Rock Creek Park, and followed the highway down to the Watergate and our plan was to bike to DC General Hospital, which was closing that evening for good. Just past the Lincoln memorial we got attacked by three National Park Police on motorcycles, they pretty much rammed everyone off the road. They were like use the bike path, and we all said that we don’t have to. They were just pissed because we took over all the lanes of traffic. A compromise was made, and we proceeded to all ride in one lane of traffic until past the Capitol building. It was pretty funny as usual. I love Critical Mass just because I feel so ballsy, and I like the fact that I have some degree of safety in numbers. The arrival at DC General was rather uneventful, but the ride to there was a different story. I had never been on that park of NE DC before and contrary to popular lore it wasn’t that bad. I think its because the area around the Capitol has been gentrified by the representatives and senators that live around there. After DC General we trekked back to Dupont Circle where we all said goodbye. I was in the process of telling Maggie about the wheatpasting party on the corner, and right at that time two of the people I did it with come walking by. I cannot recall their names, but the older guy is from Kashmir, who is only person I know from that region. We chatted for a few seconds and mentioned the party to them. Ironically, a guy walking by heard me mention it, but it wasn’t at the party that he asked me if I was on the corner at that moment early in the evening. 3 degrees in flux at one location. Very interesting :-) Synchrondeity strikes again. I rode along back to Foggy Bottom, feeling so empowered from the CM ride, I was doing a big woohoohaw (WOOO!!) each time I rode by an outdoor restaurant. It was fun diverting the attention of people, living in the moment, being a spectacle for the hell of it and when I rode by the uber-expensive steakhouse Smith & Wollensky, I shouted "Meat is Murder" I think I’m going to do that from now on. Maybe vary it with a Mad Cow reference. When I got back to Foggy Bottom, I went in to the magazine shop that is in the same building as Laurie’s job. And after checking twice earlier in the week, my beloved Adbusters Magazine had arrived. So I gleefully paid for it, and made my way around the bend to Coney Island Ice Cream Shop where Laurie works, I noticed a big line outside, so as I walked by I grabbed her attention and kept walking. I made my way outside and skimmed the contents of the entire magazine, read a few articles, marveled at some of graphics, quotes, and statistics, and about 20 minutes later made my way back in to an empty shop. She was glad to see that I came back. We chatted a little, I showed her the pictures from the ride, which she liked a lot. And then I asked from some free ice cream, and what I got hit me like a brick in the head. Colinearity of life sometimes amazes me. And it took me a few seconds for it all to sink in, and I’m still trying to register it all now. Laurie made a Sunday using cotton candy ice cream with oreos and marshmallow sauce. As I sat down to eat it, I realized that I hadn’t had cotton candy since Christmas when I worked with Mariel’s family circus. I had used to make "floss" aka cotton candy with Mariel’s mom. And then it hit me that at the exact time I was eating this cotton candy ice cream in Washington, DC, Mariel was doing the EXACT same thing in Mt. Vernon, that Laurie was doing. Both were working in ice cream shops. The collinearity goes deeper, both my sisters worked at a ice cream shop. So did my mother. Why am I drawn to ice cream? Why was I served cotton candy ice cream? There is reasons for it all, and I think its simply because that is what was meant to be. The synchrondeity strikes again, but in such a beautiful way. After eating the ice cream & reading the adbusters (making sure to not get the pages sticky!) the place had gotten more busy, and I said I was going to bounce. Went back to my room read some more of the magazine, packed up my bag, and made my way to the party. I love riding my bike so much! I love cruising by people waiting at stop lights, and I’ve come to the conclusion that bike riding is better in traffic! I rode by the new convention center and witnessed the gentrification of the surround areas first hand and was quite amazed. Along the ride, I stuck up the Krafty stickers along my route :-) Meme Warfare baby. I made my way into the party was rather taken aback by the people at first. I was expecting more earthy types, but what I found was a lot of normal looking folks. It took awhile to find the cups, but when I did I also met one of house residents, Frank. It was good meeting someone ‘on the inside’ so early off. I met so many cool people at the party. I am not going to list them all, but I went through Friendster this morning and dropped them all a line or two. Some of the better conversations / people from the night were with: Liz, an absolutely gorgeous blonde haired woman who works Bread for the World, Boxie, a Serbian scientist who is working on Malaria drugs at Georgetown, Joanne, Zoe, and damn so many more I cannot recall. I think the highlight of the night was bonding with Adam. After being reintroduced to him at the first Critical Mass ride, I did some research on him, and was amazed at what he has been doing. In the process it made him into a present day hero of mine. When you have so much respect for someone its great when you can bond with that person over an idea. The idea, posed by me, was something that he fell in love with and decided to spend much of the rest of the party posing the idea to fellow party goers. The idea is to have a 9-11 love parade on the mall. Something non-political in nature, and something that says although what happened to America on that day was bad, we can turn the other cheek and say that Love of Mankind is more important. Imagine having millions of people show up on the Mall for one huge party all in the name of the love of mankind. Adam was fully behind the idea and one of the first people we told was Liz who happened to give a devil’s advocate approach. That was the beginning of conversation, which moved on to me working at the Pirgs and what she did for a living. Oddly and sadly, she became more reserved toward me later on into the night. I don’t think I said anything wrong per se, but I think she might have noticed my interest in her, and opted to remove herself. Oh well. I didn’t get her e-mail or phone number, but I think we’ll meet again. Plus I have an idea for her non-profit that might make them some more money. Later in the night I met Adam’s love, the beautiful Alexis, whom I had met late September in front of the White House at a decriminalize marijuana rally. She is the national field director of the Marijuana Policy Project, and I gleefully told her who I was a member and that I’ve FWDed all the info to different lists in Missouri. I think it really made her happy that people were doing stuff like that. Around the time they left I opted to leave. I explained to Adam that I thought 9-11 2004 would be an even better date to hold it to put pressure on Bush’s reelection since he is having the Republican National in NYC around that time. So there is a funny dialectic of the republicans being NYC site #1 of 9-11 and the freedom loving being in DC, site#2, at the same time. I checked my calendar this morning, and found that 9-11-04 is on a Saturday, this could be FUCKING HUGE. And its been my dream to have a love paradesque event on the mall. Adam was the one behind the Sorry State of the Union, where I heard DnB on the Mall for the first time. We’ll see about Love Parade DC. I’m excited about the prospect of it. On a different note, the DJs at the party were simply okay, lots of house, some really really really bad progressive trance, and some hip-hop. I wish I would have brought my records. It was good seeing so many different type of people at the party, and it felt great walking in there knowing roughly two people, and walking out knowing most of the people at the party. I’ve become a lot better with the name game, and I think that is really helpful. It made me realize what kind of presence I have, and whith out gloating, it feels really cool. Going to a party like this actually makes me sad to leave DC because I am going to miss out on getting to know these people better, but it also reemphasizes the fact that I think I’ll want to live in DC for a little while. I’ve come to really love this town. A lot. Rode home slightly drunk, which was fun, and played Codec & Flexor’s "Time has Changed" and fell asleep before the song was over. Woke up rather refreshed, and I’ve lollygagged most of the day away, thinking about the night before, and in about 20 minutes I am going to meet up with Laurie for her little birthday bar crawl and then on to the Spanish restaurant which holds irony too. It was the last place in DC where my mom, sister, and I all ate together the move in week of my freshman year, as well at it being the place where Serena & I ate the last night she was in DC a few months back. I wonder what is in store for tonight, I hope I find something fun to do. I’d love to hang out with some of the folks from last night. We’ll see :-)