Weekend was bueno. We got let out of our office cages at 1 pm and amazingly, most of us were able to actually leave close to 1 which almost never happens. Stephanie has 2/3 of my old bed frame at her house and we thought the last third (headboard) would fit in Agie's SUV. Yeah, we were wrong. So we went to a late lunch at a new restaurant by my house, dropped Stephanie off at the metro and then Agie and I tooled around Chinatown for a bit before I went to meet Paul to watch the Sox game (really, what else would I do on a Friday night of a holiday weekend?). We had a nice time at the bah watching the game then headed our separate ways for homes.
Saturday I was supposed to meet Agie and Renee at the Smithsonian metro at 11 am to take in the folk life festival. Paul was going to meet us a little later for lunch and then a movie and dinner with me. I was running late (left my house at 10 to 11) so I hopped in a cab so that the girls wouldn't be standing around for 40 minutes waiting for me. Little did I know they were running late as well. I ended up standing in the sun with strange children touching me (it was very odd) putting me in a crabby mood. So when they called to say they were getting on the metro at 11:25, I decided to bail to meet Paul at his house. I couldn't get hold of him, so I headed to the office and worked for a bit (so sad, working on a Saturday - but it gave me time today to do this). Paul and I met up at 2, walked to Chinatown and grabbed some Chipotle. Agie and Renee met up with us there and we all went to see "War of the Worlds". Despite wanting Dakota Fanning to die a quick, silent death (I would have preferred a long, painful one but that would mean she would keep screeching at levels not quite high enough for only dogs to hear) and randomly thinking "I wonder how crazy Tom Cruise will get before his career completely implodes", the movie was pretty entertaining. An unexpected appearance by Tim Robbins making some very obvious political comments was a treat.
After the movie, we walked around Chinatown shopping here and there (Agie wanted to go to Urban Outfitters, Paul wanted shoes so he could start using the skateboard I got him) and then Paul and I went to his house to cook dinner. I must say I am pretty damn good in the kitchen. Paul wanted pesto with shrimp and pasta. We get to the market and he says "you're going to make it fresh, right?" Who am I to say no? It's just basil, nuts, cheese, garlic and oil. How difficult can it be? Very if you don't have a food processor. Turns out you can make pesto in a blender. Who knew? Well, other than McGuyver.
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