'Sporkie? That's what I'm naming my first-born child!' [Day 4 of the DC trip]

There was a trip to the NPR archives scheduled today, but with a limited number of spots and starting at 5:30pm. So anyone who worked until 6 or didn't make it on the list had to find other plans tonight. Cari went out to dinner with a friend from DC, so Amanda and I sort of lazed around the hotel room until we decided it was time to get something to eat. We ran into Christy and got a call from Matt, who brought along Eunice and Eboni, so we ended up a group of six.

After much deliberation, we decided to explore the Dupont Circle area in search of an Italian restaurant. We ended up at Bertucci's, which is apparently a chain known for brick oven pizze*.

When we sat down at our table, our server introduced himself as Peter and told us that we could call him "Pete or Peter or whatever." Eboni wanted to call him P. Diddy. We spent the rest of the evening referring to him as "Pete 'r Peter."

I wondered out loud to the group if, since New York City waiters are always struggling actors, Washington, DC waiters were always struggling politicians. We speculated about whether Pete 'r Peter was wearing a rubber band on his wrist because he was trying to stop smoking and would snap it when he had a craving, or whether he was trying to be 80s. We asked him what the rubber band was all about and he started telling us about his day job, in which he had to collect a lot of papers in some governmental capacity and always needed to have a rubber band on hand. So it looks like I was right.

I asked Pete 'r Peter what the difference between the Traditional and Neapolitan pizze was and he responded that the Neapolitan pizze would give you special powers. Good enough for me! I ordered one with mushrooms, fresh mozzarella, sun-dried tomatoes, garlic, rosemary and sage. We also ordered a bottle of Chardonnay to split between four of us.

Pete 'r Peter brought us baskets of yummy rolls and a bottle of Chianti. When we corrected him, he looked heartbroken. I think maybe he's on drugs. We were like 'It's okay... but we would like the Chardonnay...' So he brought us our wine and kept trying to make up for it throughout the evening, by bringing us a free salad (how do you split a salad six ways? A dessert would have been better) and free rolls and by offering us separate checks at the end of the meal.

Once we had some wine in us, we started singing songs from The Sound of Music and Annie, but we are all librarians or other librarianesque information professionals, so we did so quietly, so as not to disturb the other diners. After dinner, we headed back to the hotel.

Some of the others went out again after dropping off their leftovers, but Amanda and I stayed in and watched TV. We missed American Idol, but watched Scrubs and some really old Cosby Show reruns. Why did Denise do that with her hair? What was Sondra wearing? Did Bill say, "You kids today, with your hippin' and your hoppin' and your bippin' and your boppin' – you don’t know the jazz music! Or the Jell-O pudding pops!" Okay, maybe not in those exact words, but there was something along those lines.

After Cari came home, we all went to bed. I'm not sure what time it was and whether I was asleep or not or had ever been asleep, but I had the impression that while I was trying to fall asleep, someone knocked on the door. It brought me to semi-consciousness, which is when I realized that the bed was shaking. I was convinced it was an earthquake, but after a while it stopped and didn't start again.

There's nothing on the news about an earthquake! It must have been a dream! Either that or my half-asleep brain thought the bed was shaking when it wasn't. I still don't know what happened there. Do they have fault lines anywhere near DC?

* If spelling the plural of pizza with an "e" is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

srah - Tuesday, 24 February 2004 - 10:50 PM
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Comments (8)

gravatar richard - February 25, 2004 - 10:21 AM -

Pizza is plural,

one slice is a Pizzon

gravatar Urs - February 25, 2004 - 11:43 AM -

"P. Diddy"? did I mennion that I love Eboni?

man, sounds like so much fun....

and bed shaking? maybe its alive and you sleeping on it is messing with it's social life.... Maybe all the furniture in your room is alive and it just waits for you to leave to gossip

gravatar katie - February 25, 2004 - 11:59 AM -

Are you sure you aren't staying in one of those seedy motels where the bed will vibrate if you put a quarter in it?

If you have 1 pizza, would you have 2 pizzae?
Or perhaps data is to pizza as datum is to pizzum?

gravatar Cheryl - February 25, 2004 - 12:26 PM -

It's called the spins you get from drinking.

(And by you, I mean 'you', not 'one').

gravatar srah - February 25, 2004 - 12:29 PM -

Eboni ate Sporkie for dinner.

And hey, Cheryl! I only had one glass of wine, and that was with my dinner! I was less drunk than I've been after any drink this week!

gravatar cari - February 26, 2004 - 5:03 PM -

I still think it's hilarious that you think there was an earthquake. We still have 2 more days. but I think Hotel Scarrington might not survive an earthquake seeing as it's missing a few walls

gravatar wyz - February 28, 2004 - 7:00 AM -

you were probably just having a nocturnal emission. you are growing into a fine, healthy young man, srah, and it is perfectly natural!

gravatar alfie - February 28, 2004 - 8:09 PM -

Apparently that sex change you had worked very well, Srah.

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