I write this from the Soho Tea and Coffee, famous for its late hours, being near Dupont Circle, and free WiFi, natch.
I’m staring out at P St. where the water is running down the street and flowing into 22nd St., and the thunder is pounding, and when it does loud enough, the six people in here with laptops kick up their heads and start paying attention to what’s happening around them.
I’m here this weekend for a family wedding (my second cousin Leila, who lives in Bethesda, MD, and whom I barely know). But I’m using the trip as an excuse to visit some DC folk that I know, like Rebekah Kouy-Ghadosh, Tom Randall, Jennifer Weiss (who is driving down from NJ!), and Rachel Balsham. I’ve been trying to arrange plans to see all of them. I just came from having lunch with Rebekah at a place near Dupont Circle that purported to be “Authenic Persian Cuisine”, but which much more resembled a decent Indian lunch buffet at that.
I must say, though, Tom takes the cake for reasons why he might not be able to see me — he might be on Presidential press pool duty (he’s an intern at Reuters) on Sunday morning, going to church with the Bush Family. “Assuming nothing newsworthy happens, I probably can have brunch with you.”
Soho is playing The Decemberists on their stereo. +5 cool points.
