it's fall! it's sweater and scarf weather! it's apple-picking time! hurrah!

in sixth grade, i remember that i had to write some sort of essay for an exit test on what my favorite season was. i went with spring, and even wrote some bullshit about butterflies and the scent of flowers (i was only 12, and even then i knew what i was spouting was bullshit). but i was wrong. the best season in the entire world (well, at least in the d.c. area) is fall.

i had a fabulous fall weekend, thank you very much. friday night i conked out early (while watching the pride&prejudice dvd, yay), because i'm still trying to get over this cold thing. saturday morning i made pancakes (try the trader joe's pancake mix, it's yummy) and then went on a 7 mile run around the city. i showered, hung out, somehow downed three glasses of wine (one of which was drunk on our balcony while i saw a guy come pee in our alley; i went back inside after that). then went out with tommy to meet kyle at saint-ex and grab a drink. gate 54 was packed, so after a half hour or so, tommy headed home and kyle and i went over to the black cat to see the thrills. it was, overall, a disappointing show (except for kyle's company!). we had heard good things about the zutons, but they were bland, and the thrills, if possible, were even blander. every song sounded so much alike that soon i was yawning constantly and we decided to leave mid-show. i have to say, i can't remember the last time i walked out of a concert. it wasn't because the thrills were so utterly terrible - it was just the biggest snooze ever.

kyle dropped me off at dc9, where i met up with tommy, charles, jon, aaron and corrinne. at this point i somehow became wasted off my ass - which confused me, because i had drunk only three or four beers at the show. then i remembered those three glasses of wine pre-show on a nearly empty stomach. i guess dc9 was fun - i can't say that i remember. around 1 or 2am, tommy and i decided we were starving, so we waited for what seemed like forever in line at ben's chili bowl for some halfsmokes and chili cheese fries, then speedwalked home to eat. as we rounded the corner to our block, i saw who i thought was aaron opening our door, so i yelled out, "hey, fuck you!" (don't ask me why. i get belligerent when wasted.) actually, it was our next door neighbor, who looks like aaron from the back, opening his door, and now he thinks i'm certifiably insane. wonderful.

sunday morning, i dragged my hungover ass out of bed to meet susan and jennifer for brunch at saint ex. it was delicious - i had the nova cold plate, which consisted of salmon, cream cheese, tomatoes, rye bread, pickled onions and capers. thinking back, i should have ordered a mimosa to ease the pain, but i had a good time anyways. especially since we went shopping afterwards, and i was introduced to the superwonderful stores of home rule and pop. pop seemed to have nice, trendy stuff at fairly reasonable prices, and home rule was like if the alessi and umbra brands and every awesome product designer in the world threw up in a 1,000 sqft space. it was like high-tech, one of my absolute favorite milanese stores, condensed down for d.c.

post-brunch, i watched the redskins game. yes. well, i won't dwell.

and past that, things of even less interest took place, like laundry and statement of purpose work, so i will stop with the intention of not being the most boring person ever.