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On Friday: We spotted a film crew shooting driving scenes for the television show Bones.  Though the show is mainly filmed in Los Angeles, the story takes place in Washington, DC, and one of the characters is purported to live above Sportsman’s Liquors, necessitating the Mt. Pleasant filming.

On Saturday: We picked up tomatos, basil, fresh-cut flowers, and free-range pork from the farmers market before heading over to Ramona’s Day Spa for excellent pedicures (details to follow).  At night, there were a whopping four of us at the Intercambio at Dos Grigos (which, at a 100% increase of last week’s two, is pretty excellent progress).

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Because we’re so busy acting raucously around MtP, we sometimes run out of time to do other things.  Kate wrote this email to Catherine’s roommates, trying to fix the problem before it started, but it’s likely too late, the damage is done.  Catherine might hate us, so I’m driving to Chicago to make her happy and give her sunglass back.  Okay, so I was going to go to Chicago anyway, details. 

Hello Ladies,

This is Kate, you met me at book club last week.  I’m in a bit of a pickle and I hoped you guys could help me.  I had Catherine’s sunglasses and she wanted them back before she went to Chicago today. Last night I got home too late so I just put them in your mailbox and texted her that they were there so she could get them this morning.  Apparently my plan was flawed; she didn’t get them and now is concerned she will never see them again.  Obviously you are both at work so can’t do anything about this now, but I’m hoping you can later.  If Catherine is unable to get them before she leaves for some reason, can one of you take them out of the mailbox and give them back to me?  Courtney is going to Chicago on Saturday and can bring them there with her.  I can come pick them up tonight or whenever, just give me a call.

Thanks for your help in advance,
Kate

So, as it turns out, photo journalism requires more finesse than I seem to have.  I told the kid at Pollo Sabroso that I was writing about my experience there and “could I take his picture?”  He sort of half nodded, so I took that as the go sign, and snapped a picture of him looking, well…pensive.  This photo will grace the page at a later date (read: when I figure out how to do that). 

The kid later expressed his discomfort.  Apparently he thought I was some kind of health inspector, though he appears to have little experience with said health inspectors because, in leggings and a tank top that said “Top B*tch,” I hardly looked like the health inspector type.  Upon further explanation from Courtney, he warmed up to the idea of being written about, asking us how many “friends” we had who we could convince to go eat there.

So, Friends, get it together and head over there so we don’t look bad/like people who pretend that people actually read our blog.  Seriously.  I always thought Pollo Sabroso looked sketchy, too.  Until a 2 year old hispanic child walking in front of me on the street begged his parents to take him there.  BEGGED.  “Mama, por favor, Pollo Sabroso.  POLLO SABROSO!  Pooooorrrr favoooooorr??????”  He’s right.  It’s delicious.  I plan to beg Courtney to go there every night.  In Spanish.             

Pollo Sabroso
3153 Mt. Pleasant St. NW
Washington, DC 20010
(202) 299-0374
Monday – Saturday: 10 AM – 11 PM
Sunday: 10 AM – 10 PM

This is my first blogging experience, so bear with me.  I spend a decent (okay, fine, a huge) amount of time reading my RSS Feeds during the day, so it only makes sense that I start blogging myself.

Once upon a time I was a young, naive AU student who embarassingly proclaimed, “the problem with DC as a city is that there just aren’t any neighborhoods!”  Since venturing off the red line, I have discovered that simply isn’t true and six months ago impulsively decided to move to Mt. Pleasant.  (Literally, drove down Park Rd. saw a building, dialed the number and within 24 hours I had an apt. even tho 5 minutes before driving down Park, I had no plans to move.)

I spent my first six months in Mt. Pleasant re-modeling my apartment.  Okay, I wasn’t exactly re-modeling my apartment.  I really just painted and hung shelves and refinished furniture, but I did things to it one is never supposed to do.  Lesson #1 learned:  Never, ever, under any circumstances, power sand indoors. 

Thankfully, Kate has now arrived in DC and we’ve begun our Mt. Pleasant shenanigans together.  I’m not really sure where this is going, but Mt. Pleasant has no blog to celebrate its glory and that’s just wrong.  Hopefully my writing will improve and one day give this neighborhood justice.

My first try, not too too bad, right?

Courtney,

This is much more difficult that I hoped it would be.  This is why Michael Whitney is supposed to do all of this stuff for us.

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