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Last night, in preparation for AC/DC this weekend, I got my hair cut. My office mates are now seeing the new haircut for the first time. Yesterday, I had four months of hair. Today, I have about a sixteenth of an inch. :-)
I spent the weekend with Eric in Silver Spring. We had a little difficulty meeting up because he had a youth group meeting Saturday morning that I didn't know about, so I was cooling my heels at Union Station until he got back to his phone and returned my call.
We met in Silver Spring and had lunch at the Austin Grill. I had the Carne Asado, which was very tasty. The portion was large enough that I carried half of it back to Eric's place to have with breakfast Sunday morning. I could have eaten the entire portion, but I had reached the point where eating wasn't as much fun, so I decided to pack it up. A wise decision, because the full impact of a meal doesn't immediately hit until a few minutes after you stop eating. If I had continued eating, I wouldn't have enjoyed it.
We had discussed seeing a movie at the Majestic theatre in Silver Spring, but settled for renting Flightplan from Blockbuster. Dinner was alfredo pasta with chicken and some kernel corn as a side dish — a simple meal after the large lunch earlier in the day.
Eric had a sermon to prepare for the next day, although he expected services to be canceled because of the snow. I bundled myself up and walked outside for over an hour, enjoying the falling snow. Eric's apartment building is across the road from a community park, so I had a great time. I took a few pictures, but none of them are really that great. I only saw one other person while I was out. The rest of the time was in solitude.
Services were indeed canceled on Sunday, so we just lazed around. I returned to Baltimore in the evening, hoping to catch a 7:30 p.m. train. I decided that throwing myself at Eric was more fun, so I got a later start that I had planned, but still got to the station as they were boarding the train, because all the trains were running late. The line for the train was so long, I decided to have dinner at the station and catch the 8:30 p.m. train. Well, it turns out that line was just as long, and the train didn't actually leave until 9:30 p.m. I didn't get home until almost 11 p.m.
I attended my monthly heart circle on Monday. We had a large group of nine men. As each of us shares our thoughts, we trigger associations in each other, so we often drift into themes. Monday's themes seem to be our parents and dealing with death.
Eric and I had a slightly easier time of getting to Doug's house in Arlington from Silver Spring, but we need to plan more time for the trip. We were there a little bit after 7:30 p.m., but Doug was running a little late as well, so we didn't disrupt anything. Eric and I had to skip the usual dinner afterwards, because I was staying over with him again and I had to get up early for work on Tuesday.
Tuesday evening, instead of attending my weekly square dance with the Chesapeake Squares, I attended a small production by the Peabody Opera Theatre called Pastorale & Masque: Miniature Masterpieces From the Dawn of Opera. Jeffrey, my new acquaintance, was playing the viola de gamba in the Peabody Baroque Orchestra, which also included instruments like harpsichord, baroque violin, baroque viola, recorder, baroque oboe and theorbo, which looked like a guitar with an absurdly long neck.
I also ran into Dan, who's the other guy I know who plays the viola de gamba, and we sat together for the show. There were three productions, Tirsi e Clori, Actéon and the Masque in Dioclesian. (There was a faun in the Masque. Not as cute as Mr. Tumnus, but the furry pants and bare chest were quite intriguing. I think I have a thing for fauns.) The music was excellent, the dancing was hit or miss, seeming a little clumsy at times. I enjoyed the singers. It was a very nice way to spend an evening, and a great price: the admission was free.
The dancing was interesting, despite the occasional misstep. Square dancing has its roots in 17th century court dancing, and you could see the relationship. It was very stylized, almost ritualized. Nothing like what we would associate with dancing these days.
Afterward, Dan, Jeffrey and I went out to the Mt. Vernon Stable Saloon. They got drinks and I had some dinner. I had the wisdom to shut the hell up when the conversation drifted into music. Nothing is more unattractive than trying to dominate a conversation. Well, not nothing, but it ranks highly.
Last night, I was planning to attend the PHP developers group and hang out with Robyn, but it turns out that it was last week, so Russell and I watched the latest episode of BSG.
I spent the weekend with Eric in Silver Spring. We had a little difficulty meeting up because he had a youth group meeting Saturday morning that I didn't know about, so I was cooling my heels at Union Station until he got back to his phone and returned my call.
We met in Silver Spring and had lunch at the Austin Grill. I had the Carne Asado, which was very tasty. The portion was large enough that I carried half of it back to Eric's place to have with breakfast Sunday morning. I could have eaten the entire portion, but I had reached the point where eating wasn't as much fun, so I decided to pack it up. A wise decision, because the full impact of a meal doesn't immediately hit until a few minutes after you stop eating. If I had continued eating, I wouldn't have enjoyed it.
We had discussed seeing a movie at the Majestic theatre in Silver Spring, but settled for renting Flightplan from Blockbuster. Dinner was alfredo pasta with chicken and some kernel corn as a side dish — a simple meal after the large lunch earlier in the day.
Eric had a sermon to prepare for the next day, although he expected services to be canceled because of the snow. I bundled myself up and walked outside for over an hour, enjoying the falling snow. Eric's apartment building is across the road from a community park, so I had a great time. I took a few pictures, but none of them are really that great. I only saw one other person while I was out. The rest of the time was in solitude.
Services were indeed canceled on Sunday, so we just lazed around. I returned to Baltimore in the evening, hoping to catch a 7:30 p.m. train. I decided that throwing myself at Eric was more fun, so I got a later start that I had planned, but still got to the station as they were boarding the train, because all the trains were running late. The line for the train was so long, I decided to have dinner at the station and catch the 8:30 p.m. train. Well, it turns out that line was just as long, and the train didn't actually leave until 9:30 p.m. I didn't get home until almost 11 p.m.
I attended my monthly heart circle on Monday. We had a large group of nine men. As each of us shares our thoughts, we trigger associations in each other, so we often drift into themes. Monday's themes seem to be our parents and dealing with death.
Eric and I had a slightly easier time of getting to Doug's house in Arlington from Silver Spring, but we need to plan more time for the trip. We were there a little bit after 7:30 p.m., but Doug was running a little late as well, so we didn't disrupt anything. Eric and I had to skip the usual dinner afterwards, because I was staying over with him again and I had to get up early for work on Tuesday.
Tuesday evening, instead of attending my weekly square dance with the Chesapeake Squares, I attended a small production by the Peabody Opera Theatre called Pastorale & Masque: Miniature Masterpieces From the Dawn of Opera. Jeffrey, my new acquaintance, was playing the viola de gamba in the Peabody Baroque Orchestra, which also included instruments like harpsichord, baroque violin, baroque viola, recorder, baroque oboe and theorbo, which looked like a guitar with an absurdly long neck.
I also ran into Dan, who's the other guy I know who plays the viola de gamba, and we sat together for the show. There were three productions, Tirsi e Clori, Actéon and the Masque in Dioclesian. (There was a faun in the Masque. Not as cute as Mr. Tumnus, but the furry pants and bare chest were quite intriguing. I think I have a thing for fauns.) The music was excellent, the dancing was hit or miss, seeming a little clumsy at times. I enjoyed the singers. It was a very nice way to spend an evening, and a great price: the admission was free.
The dancing was interesting, despite the occasional misstep. Square dancing has its roots in 17th century court dancing, and you could see the relationship. It was very stylized, almost ritualized. Nothing like what we would associate with dancing these days.
Afterward, Dan, Jeffrey and I went out to the Mt. Vernon Stable Saloon. They got drinks and I had some dinner. I had the wisdom to shut the hell up when the conversation drifted into music. Nothing is more unattractive than trying to dominate a conversation. Well, not nothing, but it ranks highly.
Last night, I was planning to attend the PHP developers group and hang out with Robyn, but it turns out that it was last week, so Russell and I watched the latest episode of BSG.
